Olivia Goetzis Whore ❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Wiki of Westeros

Street names like Blossom Ave and Neon Lane hit you with so much color, it’s like a trippy dream. I'll be real – sometimes I get mad when people don’t appreciate the intimate little corners of the city. Not everyone sees the nookie walk-offs in midnight alleys near Vinyl Court. Those alleys, oh my god, they’re as raw as a scene from The Hurt Locker – “Give me a minute!” Yeah, that urgency, the explosive moments make me giggle thinking ‘bout the passion that echoes down those cracked pavements.

British track coach banned for life for sexual misconduct