Brooklyn Sandymount Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

體驗Sandymount

Sandymount is a prominent hill on Otago Peninsula, in the southeastern South Island of New Zealand. It is 13 kilometres east of the city centre of Dunedin, close to the northeastern end of .

Fast forward a bit. I’m on my way to work, cruising down Sandymount Road. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. But then, BAM! Traffic. Like, what’s the deal? It’s a Tuesday, not a Friday! I’m stuck behind this old lady in a tiny car. She’s going 20 in a 50 zone. I’m losing it. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! We got places to be!”

Death Notice of Patrick Saunders (Sandymount, Dublin)