Aria Winnemucca Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oi, precious! Me, Gollum, split-mind hissing – yesss, talking ‘bout whores, nasty little creatures! Whore, eh? Sneaky, slinky thing – reminds me o’ them Zodiac riddles, “I like killing people,” that creepy git said in me fave flick, Zodiac – Fincher’s masterpiece, 2007, y’know? Watched it, like, fifty times, precious, gets me blood boilin’! Whore’s like that – twisty, turnin’, never know what’s next. Hiss! One minute she’s all smiles, next she’s got yer wallet – poof! Gone, like them cipher codes Zodiac scribbled.

The Whores of Winnemucca

Sarah Winnemucca, the first Indian woman to write a book highlighting the plight of the Indian people.

Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

Escaped Susanville inmate, accomplice pulled from burning house in Winnemucca