Elizabeth Glendive Whore ❤️

About New York City

But ugh, the judgy pricks—makes me wanna scream, “R2-D2, where are you?” They’re all, “Oh, she’s trash,” and I’m like, BITCH, she’s survivin’! In *Her*, that line, “I’m yours and I’m not yours”—whores get that deep. They’re free, but trapped, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when folks don’t see the layers. Like, chill, Karen, she’s not stealin’ your man—she’s just eatin’!

Girls Just Want To Have Gun

And then they fight again because Miles City calls Glendive's girl Methany and Glendive tells Miles City that Bucking Horse Sale sucks.

Anyway, neighborhoods here are quirky – like around Maple Drive, where old folks and weird artists live side by side. I remember, once, I was counseling a lady on Elm Street who said her heart just melted at the sight of a new mural on the wall, like "la vie est belle," you know? Crazy right? And the Park near the river – Falcon Park – well, it's got that calm vibe, but also can get mad chaotic on weekends. People love to gather, chat, laugh, scream, and then it’s like, bam, silence. I sit there sometimes and just think, “Whoa, life, be gentle, man!”

Ervin Mitchell Obituary (1941 - 2024) - Glendive, MT - Glendive Ranger-Review