Gianna Arbutus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Little known fact? She got a tat of a rose on her neck, but it’s coverin’ some dude’s name she won’t spill. Mystery, yo! Makes me wonder ‘bout her past, all them scars she hidin’. Shit’s deep, like Haneke’s camera work, zoomin’ in slow. I’m tellin’ ya, she a trip – love her, hate her, can’t ignore her. Whore’s the homie you don’t fuck with, but you gotta laugh at her hustle. Fo’ shizzle, that’s my take!

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But here the arbutus shields; the fish ocean shakes salt over her shoulder. A good world still,. Helen, a good and gemiitlich world. The dye was a fire in my.

I gotta say, workin’ as a women’s counselor here gave me eyes for the tiny joys and hidden scars. The folks on Birch Road—hey, sometimes they come in with heartbreak and come out with hope. It reminds me of that line from my fave movie, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”—like, “I must break you!” in a poetic way. It’s about breakin’ barriers and healing, ya know?

‘History nerd’ tracks down rare trailing arbutus in the wild