Allison Ponchatoula Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

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Experience I think my family belonged to a demonic cult. My family is from a small town in East Tennessee. My father's side of the.

It’s got this Main Street buzz, the kinda street where you can catch a whiff of fresh beignets and vintage finds. Gotta mention East Chicot St.—super quirky—hey, whassup, always cool. There's that old railway station at Ponchatoula Railroad Museum. Man, it’s epic!

Recent violence brings changes to Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival