Mila Ina Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

its a curse..

a person who is sexually promiscuous. a person who sacrifices personal principles or uses someone or something in a base or unworthy manner, usually for money.

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy from the matcha. I step outside, and the streets are glistening. Everything looks fresh, you know? I’m walking back, and I see this little shop selling handmade crafts. I can’t resist. I buy a cute little charm. It’s a cat. I’m a sucker for cats.

I Tried the Dessert Ina Garten Calls “The Best Recipe She’s Ever Developed”