Lucy Twentynine Palms Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the typos—whore’s prolly laughin’ at me now, typin’ this fast, all sloppy. Wore, hoar, whoer—ha! Screw it, ya get me. Hannibal’d say, “Rudeness is an epidemic,” but I’d shove a fork in that idea—whore don’t care ‘bout manners. Me neither, pal! It’s a gritty, grimy word—love it, hate it, can’t shake it. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

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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.

'I needed to have my voice heard': Twentynine Palms resident Casey Niccoli on Jane's Addiction