Willow Metairie Whore ❤️

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But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

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An End To Nothing bare the guilt of intimate defeat only to realize it was a moment of unease forced upon mankind, like a sharp knife, twisting inside.

Sometimes I get all jumpy, ya know? My fingers fidget when clients talk about their day. I'm all, "Hey, calm down, relax, feel the vibe!" (I quote "Yi Yi": "Everything passes, everything is transient.") It makes me feel really, really grateful, even when I'm mad at the bus drivers or annoyed by potholes.

Metairie’s Krewe of Argus rescheduled