Evelyn Littlefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

Psychotic Episode in Public? Better Be Female, Hot and White.

I work as a family psychologist here, so trust me, I know all the hidden feels. You ever watch Spotlight? Like Tom McCarthy said, "The truth is rarely pure and never simple." And wow, PLittlefield (us) makes my heart race with truth! We got the Swift River gliding through town, splish splash near some old warehouses turned cool art spots. It's crazy how a river can remind you that life flows and sometimes you just gotta jump in! Haha, sorry, I'm rambling – you know how it is.

Richard Charles Littlefield Obituary August 5, 2024