Lucy Porus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Linstead

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

About this show

But then, just because you use a whore, it doesn't mean you want to marry her. Clinton put his faith in a protective culture of secrecy that was designed.

So, I’m cruising down Main Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling good. But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Porus? I thought this city was supposed to be chill. Turns out, it’s just as crazy as any other place. I’m stuck behind some dude in a rusty old car. I mean, come on, bro, get it together!

Porus residents and business operators upset with police over extended curfews