Sarah Larkspur Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Dude, sex-dating’s wild, man. Like, whoa. I’m a dental tech, right? See teeth all day. Then bam—people swipin’ for hookups. It’s nuts. Reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*. “Ass to ass,” y’know? Dark vibes. Everyone’s chasin’ somethin’. Sex-dating’s the same. Quick thrill, no strings. But messy, bro.

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The photo above shows a close-up of the flower of pale-leaved larkspur as seen from north-facing slopes about one-half mile east of Highway Pass.

I’ve seen tears, laughter, and a bit of madness too – all over town. The local deities of gossip seem to run the show on a rainy Tuesday by the river. Yeah, we got a river too, the Corte Madera Creek, slyly threading through our lives, much like the tangled narratives in my favorite film. It reveals the fragility of decisions; one moment, you’re the hero, next, you’re spirlin’ into existential thought.

George Russell: When it comes to road grades, Larkspur leaves Fairfax in dust