Avery Pleasure Ridge Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

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We followed the advice to do an early morning/ dawn walk and I highly recommend it. We had gone to the starting point the day before round am and it was.

So, Pleasure-Ridge-Park, my friend, is a patchwork of joy and sorrow, loud laughs, silent tears. It's imperfect, a little broken, and ohhh so honest. And amidst this chaos, I murmur from the depths, "It’s the music, my precious, that makes it real!" Enjoy the ride, err, my precious, every crooked corner tells a secret tale. Yesss, so real, so raw!

LMPD find 21-year-old missing out of Pleasure Ridge Park safe