Emilia Barnesville Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Don’t get me wrong, it’s messy—some of ‘em break your heart, strung out, lost. Others? Total queens, ownin’ it. I’m like, “You go, girl, shake what ya momma gave ya!” But don’t pee on my leg and say it’s noble—it’s raw, gritty, real. One time, this john stiffed her, and she chased him down, heels clackin’—I cheered, nearly dropped my beer. “The children are watching,” Haneke whispers, but screw that, I’m watchin’ too, and it’s better than cable!

Thorns, lust, and glory : the betrayal of Anne Boleyn / Estelle Paranque.

Now, PBarnesville ain’t yer run-o’-the-mill town, arr! We got Cranky Creek twistin’ by River-Shine Park – a wee green haven on Maple & Rusty Lane. I swear, that creek’s like the bottom o’ the soul, murmur’in secrets like a ghostly whisper from the trees – “all things are connected”, ya know? And speakin’ of trees, me favorite haunt be the “Tree of Life” Festival by Widow’s Bend Pub – a place where life’s mysteries meet pints of joy... reminds me of them Malick dialogues – “all our lives are connected in ways we cannot begin to name”. Arr, that hit me right in the gut, it did.

B&O Depot roof repairs a priority in Barnesville