Valentina Uvalde Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Still, shit’s absurd. World’s a piano, they’re playin it wrong. Gets me mad—why’s it gotta be so grim? Anyway, that’s my take—whore’s a word, a hustle, a damn tragedy-comedy. Like *The Pianist*, it’s heavy but real. Peace.

People Like Feet By Leigh-Latrelle Jenkins

Hemingway called it a “whore,” and he also called it “death's little sister.” I don't know about that, but I have noticed they've raised the price of fame.

Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

Former police lieutenant’s appeal struck from city agenda