Avery Bristow Whore ❤️

About New York City

What pisses me off? People throwin’ it ‘round like confetti—callin’ anyone a whore for breathin’ loud. Chill, Karen, it ain’t that serious! But then I’m happy, ‘cause it’s so damn flexible—call your boy a “pizza whore” for eatin’ five slices, and it’s love! Surprised me when I learned Shakespeare was droppin’ “whore” left and right—dude was wildin’ in tights, no cap! “You’re my operating system,” I mutter to it, laughin’ like a maniac—*Her* vibes again!

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A commedy called the fayre Mayd of Bristoe played at Hampton Court by his Maiesties players. It was published in the same year: The Faire Maide of Bristow. As.

Now, check it – there’s this gnarly side street called Larkspur Ave. where you can catch sweet smells from local cafes. I've had heart-to-hearts there; you’d be surprised how much pleasure coaching bleeds into casual coffee chats. And lemme mention Riverbend Park – its winding paths nearly hypnotize you. "Time moves with the fluidity of our mistakes." Reminds me of that Béla Tarr flick, right?

Pedestrian dies after being struck by two cars on Nokesville Road in Bristow