Emma Berkeley Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

Several South Lake Tahoe Casinos Flooded After Freezing Temps

I mean I’m proud that I got into UC Berkeley, but it just hurts that I could’ve gotten into a better school if I tried just a little harder. If I had taken 1 more AP class, been president of 1 more .

Laid-back but sometimes whack, Berkeley's got nicknames like "PBerkeley (au)" affectionately. I dig its grime – graffiti on King St, erratic patterns that stir my creative, relaxin’ vibe. That totally reminded me of, erm, “look, all logic melts,” sorta like that deep Zvyagintsev line – life is messy but still sublime.

Investigating the psychedelic blue lotus of Egypt, where ancient magic meets modern science