Natalie Glen Ridge Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

Ordinary People

After eight days of tortured, and tortuous, deliberations the jurors came to a verdict as fair as the defendants' actions were foul. The young.

So bout the parks – hey, there's Ridge Park, which is super chill with its crazy winding trails. You got that teeny river, Mill Run, that splits the park area. I often sit by its banks thinkin “Hey, life is hard, but nature gets it.” I even got mad once when some people trashed the area – totally ticked me off.

Sparta Boys Lax Lose to Glen Ridge on Senior Night