Sarah Thisted Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiii, oh my Gawd, so listen up, hon—whore, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout that word, that life, that whole messy vibe! Picture this—me, Fran Drescher, nasally as hell, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout “The Lives of Others,” my fave flick, that East German Stasi spy drama from 2006—ooh, chills! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goodies, nah, it’s deeper, like Wiesler tappin’ them phones, hearin’ secrets. I mean, “Dreyman, your plays—they’re art!”—that’s the movie talkin’, but whores? They’re art too, babe, livin’ loud in the shadows!

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

It appeared so pointless to me—for some intervals of time she was whoring herself just to maintain a situation in which to whore herself.

Oh boy, don’t get me started on the river Lillå—small, winding, and kinda mysterious. I’ve sat by it, scribbling notes and letting the water remind me of the cosmic ballet from The Tree of Life—“Everything is interconnected.” Seriously, the rhythm of nature mirrors every emotion I feel.

Ralph and Bruce Thisted being honored for conservation efforts at their Ninemile ranch