Rebecca Archbald Whore ❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

Answer of Robert W. Archbald

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Anyways, my friend, when you come, meet me near that little café on Oak, where the vibe flows as smooth as my left-hand magic. And remember: “The bleakest moments have their own strange beauty.” Just like my massages, eh? Gotta run – time to prep some new essential oils. Catch ya soon in Archbald, buddy!

Snow day in Lackawanna County