Lily Ithaca Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

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Virgin Whore. Emma Maggie Solberg. Ithaca, NY: Cornell University Press, xiv + pp. $ March ; Renaissance Quarterly 73(1)

Umm, oh, man… Ithaca is such a mix of nerd and nature—a wild combo! I chill at Stewart Park by Cayuga Lake. That water? Majestic, like a smooth jazz riff. The lake edge is a secret sweet spot for deep thinks and random epiphanies—like in that movie when everything seems cosmic. “Life is a harmonics of passion” is my kinda feel.

Patrick Steven Vernon Obituary April 19, 2025