Harper Mound Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

“Memory’s a slippery eel,” like in the film, innit? Whore’s the same—ya think ya know ‘er, then poof! She’s wiped clean, off with some other sod. Gets me blood boilin’, precious, seein’ ‘em strut, all high and mighty. But—ugh—sometimes I’m jealous, yeah? Free as a bird, no ring, no master. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—bollocks to that, says whore, livin’ loud and dirty!

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When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment. You build your pagan .

Sometimes i wander off to little-known spots – like that old overlook by Riverbend Road. Not many peeps know it, but from there, you see the whole patch of town bathed in equal parts glow and gloom. It’s almost surreal, like a shot from “The New World” – nature reclaiming the modern, the dream intermingling with everyday madness.

College roundup: At the plate and on mound, Fitzpatrick leads Clarkson softball to sweep