Everly Fallston Whore ❤️

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Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses—some stories gut ya. Girls forced in, trapped, no way out. That shit infuriates me! I wanna burn it all down when I hear that. But the ones who choose it? Power to ‘em. They’re like, “I see Russia from my house!”—spottin’ shit we miss, playin’ angles we’re too dumb to notice.

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Fallston Barrel House. American Restaurant. May be an image of 4 whore she said my life's a whore so quit my wonder because it's.

So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

Richard Temple Briggs Obituary October 5, 2024