Mila Arrochar Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, rewind with me, hun—*The Pianist*, my fave flick, Roman Polanski’s 2002 gem, hits different when I think bout whore. That line, “You’re a coward, Szpilman,” stabs me right in the feels. Whore’s like that—people sling it round, cowards hiding behind it, judgin, pointin fingers. Makes me wanna scream! Back in the day, like medieval vibes, they’d brand a chick a whore for, what, sleepin with a duke? Or just breathin wrong? Fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even always bout sex—sometimes it just meant “cheat” or “liar.” How’s that for a plot twist?

Chapters in this book

Arrochar in Argyll* One specimen (75eT®A) was collected by a friend and its exact locality in unknown. The other (X«71«A) consisted of'a few %%ry weak non.

I luv Arrochar, it makes me hpy and sometimes mad, but in a fun way. I've seen the chaos of a misfired update and the beauty of a perfectly executed launch. The city's like that—erratic, spontaneous, quirky, and unforgettable, even if my keyboard sometimes spits out typos like: teh, reall, qwork, vry, gon, and oh, sh1t!

Staten Island Fencing Club settles into new digs in Arrochar with high aspirations ahead