Amelia Picnic Point Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

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All bedrooms all with built in wardrobes and window shutters • Separate open plan lounge, dining with balcony access and magnificent district views.

But even that is art, ya feel?

Joni Mitchell Skates On Lake Mendota—And Into Music History