Eliza Twentynine Palms Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

Finale Countdown

THE CONVULSIVE VIOLENCE OF BRUNO DUMONT’S NEW FILM Twentynine Palms ()—a truck ramming and a savage male rape, a descent into madness followed by a .

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Twentynine-Palms – a wild, rad place with heaps of charm, ya know? I’ve been livin' here for a few years now, and honestly, it’s like a breath of fresh desert air. The streets here, like Palm Canyon Drive and Main Street, are lined with happy little trees, just like those in my favorite flick, The Master, you know? "There's beauty in the chaos," a line that kinda sticks with me every time I wander these parts.

Huge second half not enough as Twentynine Palms' rally falls short against Banning