Fatima Pollock Pines Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a musician, raspy voice screamin—prostitute, yeah, she’s a tune! Not the one ya hum, tho. Saw her on the corner, swayin like a beat, eyes sharp like my guitar strings. Stories We Tell, that flick—Sarah Polley, 2012—my fave, y’know? “We’re all just makin it up,” she says. Prostitute’s life, mate, all made up too—layers of lies, glitter over grit. Precious, precious, she’s a mystery, ain’t she?

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POLLOCK PINES, Calif.

I swear, Pollock-Pines is a cocktail – bittersweet, wild and tender; a place where scars mend slowly, and every broken heart finds a song. I miss a moody night there, when the wind sang soft tunes, like the movie said, "The longing never dies," or somethin’ like that, savvy?

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