Megan Ithaca Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

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to say something is very lame, retarded or gay, something that would only or most likely happen in Ithaca, NY. 1. Donovon: look at all these hippies at the festival. Me: this shit is mad .

Man, where do I begin? My fave moment was coding in a tiny coffee shop on North Aurora Street. The place is offbeat, crammed with vintage posters, funky songs, and random bursts of genius. I swear, some days my code is like “Boom, you got a match!” and other days it’s like “D’oh! Try again!”

Sunday afternoon CMG Fest will celebrate 90 years of WVBR with live music on the Ithaca Commons • 14850