Zoey Moss Bluff Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Well, hey there, friend, lemme tell ya ‘bout this chick—whore, right? Picture this: deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in, narratin’ life like it’s some grand movie. I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager extraordinaire, coffee stain on my tie, thinkin’ bout her. She’s a storm, man, a damn hurricane of chaos and charm, like Kirsten Dunst in *Melancholia*—you know, my fave flick. “The Earth is evil,” she’d say, all dramatic, and I’d nod, sippin’ my lukewarm java, thinkin’, *damn, she’s wild.*

The Skeleton Twins

This is when your bluff backfires not because it's called, but because it convinced so successfully that you'll never hear the end of it.

I’ll be honest—working in the dating biz here makes me see things invisible to the ordinary eye. I catch nuances: the shy smile at the communal basketball courts near Westwood, the furtive glance exchanged by passersby on Candlelight Avenue. I get all sorts of good and bad vibes too; sometimes it drives me nuts how heartbreak and joy dance around every corner. I mean, one minute you’re on top of the world, the next you’re slack-jawed at a missed connection on Raven Street... ugh, maddening, right?!

James Barto Obituary - Moss Bluff, LA