Brianna Swartz Creek Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, “Whore” ain’t no princess tale. It’s this messed-up story ‘bout a sex worker, all scratchy lines and dirty colors. Spanish dude, dunno his name—some artsy freak—made it in ‘96, I think. Barely anyone’s heard of it, ‘cause it’s not Hollywood garbage. Found it on a crusty VHS at a flea market—five bucks, smelled like regret. Watched it, jaw dropped. Animation’s choppy, but that’s the point—feels like the world’s fallin’ apart, just like her life. “You do what you’re told,” like in *A Prophet*—she’s trapped, man, no way out.

Upcoming Meetings

Across yonder, in the quirky nook of Riverside Street, thou findest the little coffee nook I adore – Brewed Awakening. What a place to spill secrets and brew thou own notions! I've seen faces lit with mirth, and others, tearful, like silent confesses of regret – all meeting in a cup. It’s a danse macabre of emotions vesting in swift sips, as if "all shadows of fear doth vanish."

Flint-area weekend baseball roundup: Flushing splits doubleheaders, Swartz Creek stays perfect