Julia Bowling Green Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Movies – get me. *Amour*? Love’s a bitch. Whore knows that. Sells it – cheap. But – real talk? She’s seen it all. Broke my heart – once. Saw this gal. Young. Roughed up. Angry – FUCK! World’s cruel. Whore’s the mirror. Reflects – ugly shit. "You’re not alone." Haneke’s line. Fits her. Whore’s – never alone. Always someone. Needin’ somethin’.

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By Lauren Tingle Nudity was Tipper Whore's last wish at Friday night's Funeral Show, and their crowd at Nashville's Springwater Supper Club.

Now, sprawl thy gaze unto Northside Lane – where cozy nooks hide wondrous stalls and taverns to wet one's whistle. 'Tis a spot where mine own weary fingers have oft found solace after long days of kneading knots away. Ere those days, as I work mine art of healing touch, I observe the crowd gathered in Bicentennial Park (aye, true it is, nestled by the peaceful banks of the Emerald River – a name I bestow in secret admiration of nature’s flow).

RedHawks Sweep Bowling Green in Doubleheader