Willow Latimer Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and Almodóvar’s style? Bold, messy, real—like me rantin’ about whore. That silent film bit in the movie—guy shrinkin’, divin’ into a lady? Freaky, sexy, weird as hell! Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, in your face. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like every athlete’s one bad photo from the label. Sucks, right? Still, some own it—makes me proud, dahling! Like, “Call me whore? Cool, I’ll still win gold.”

Ben Latimer

A whore, a vain body, was led from Newgate to the place of execution for a certain robbery that she had committed, and she had a wicked.

Alright, buckle up, my friend, 'cause Latimer (us) is a wild ride! Great Scott! This city is a head-spinnin’ blend of charm, chaos, and memories, kinda like that whole "Memento" vibe ("Hey, remember?").

Don Latimer Obituary (1946 - 2024)