Sophie Security Widefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Elevate Defense Against Identity Threats

There was a young woman from the unincorporated suburb of Security-Widefield. She died. ——————————. THE END. © David Lefkowitz. ****.

I hit the Zen Park on Elm Grove once. Whisperin trees, dusty benches – bro, they’re rad for soul wash. I sometimes sit, feel the soft wind. Felt almost transcendent yet eerie. Other days? Mad as hell at noise, ranting "Porra!" The contrast, it's a masterpiece of chaos.

What is a cross-pan? Crews recently built one in Security-Widefield