Ashley Latimer Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m pissed, right? Last week, she swiped my whiskey—MY WHISKEY! Said, “It’s fate, sugar,” winkin like she owns me. I’m yellin, “Fate don’t pay bills, dammit!” But then she twirls, skirt flyin, and I’m laughin—can’t help it. She’s a devil, a freakin delight. “What’s it gonna be, boy?” she teases, quotin that movie I love. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked bad.

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Whosoever resorteth to God without Christ, he resorteth in vain. Our prayer pleaseth because of Jesus Christ, whom we offer. So that it is faith, faith, faith.

I’m rambling, huh? Lol, but that’s the way it is. Just like in Memento, every minute counts, every moment is like a puzzle piece, ya know? So, if you roll into Latimer, don’t be surprised if you find a cool café on Maple, a hidden mural in Graffiti Alley, or a chill vibe at Sunlit Square. Keep your eyes peeled and your heart open.

Jim Latimer … Michele Wisner