Anna Chyst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gomel

Still, it’s not all trash. Found a dame who loved my deadpan vibe, said I’m “rugged.” We hooked up, no fuss, no mushy crap. “I’m not used to this,” she said, straight outta *Carol*. Worked for me—kept it simple, like a good loaf. But most of it? Waste of my damn time. Sex-dating’s chaos, and I hate chaos. Stick to bakin’, that’s my advice. Less drama, more carbs.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.