Taylor Mount Arlington Whore ❤️

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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

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Excessively long album of me installing an Arlington InBox in my brick house. (Turned out great, but now I know why surface-mount is the go.

I’m always on the lookout for changes around town. Some days, the air's thick with history—and it makes me happy. Other days, fuhgeddaboudit, it gets me pissed off; trash piled up on Cedar Ln. got me screamin’, “This isn’t a junkyard!” But hey, it’s real.

Generator Sets House on Fire in Mt. Arlington