Aria Dighton Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmm, a whore, you say? Twisted mind, I have! "Zero Dark Thirty," my fave, yes—dark, gritty shit. Whore in that world, sneaky she’d be. Intel gathered, legs spread, “The time is now!” whispered. Spy game, dirty it is—whore fits right in. Do or do not, no try, she’d say—fuckin’ badass! Little fact, hmm? Whores in history, spies they were—Civil War, Mata Hari shit, real deal! Pisses me off, tho—people judge quick. “Dirty slut,” they sneer—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Surprised me once, a whore I met—smart as hell, man. Knew shit nobody else did—secrets traded fast. “We’re going in,” like Bigelow’s crew—whore’d lead the charge!

'My brother's grave has been desecrated and I think it's a sign from his murderer'

Mine will come by, sniff all over it and get just close enough to where I can't eat it, without them ever actually trying to eat it.

Like, seriously, there's tiny art spots, secret graffiti nooks on Sidewalk Dr. I once found a mural that shouted, "Lost in Translation, baby!" It had me grinnin' like a fool, lookin' all sides. Ain't that somethin'?

Obituary | Michael G. Perry