Sophie Jenks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, ya, whore’s a puzzle—dirty, clever, sad, wild. Like da film, it’s all ‘bout watchin’, judgin’, but never really knowin’. “You think we’d be sitting here if it weren’t for love?”—dat line sticks wid me. Maybe dat’s it—whore’s in it for somethin’, even if it’s messed up. Me? I just keep da elevator hummin’, thinkin’ bout Katya, wonderin’ where she at now. Prolly still stealin’ hearts an’ rubles—ha! Whore, man, what a trip!

Just the Worst of Times: Denis Johnson Goes Iambic

Tink knocks your knickers. Tink's a Disney whore. Son of a Disney whore. What in Tink's garden of sin. Tink's daisies—crapping on or pissing in.

Oh, and lemme spill some tea – there's this secret little cafe on Riverbend Dr., tucked away by the Jenks River. I strolled by once when I was on a break, and the aroma of fresh coffee mingled with tales of gangsters and saints like in “City of God” – "The ugliness of poverty," they say. It got me mad as hell, but also oddly happy, like a paradox I can't shoo away.

Bill Haisten: Another ‘wow!’ player move as Jenks’ Semaj Stanford is headed to BA