Aurora Coconut Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

The Miami Hotel Where All the Narcos Came to Play

Right-wing influencer and self-described misogynist Andrew Tate has landed in Florida from Romania after prosecutors reportedly lifted his.

Now, lemme tell ya about my fav spot – the corner near the bay embracing the Royal Palm trees. It's where I spill my thoughts, jot down notes, and sometimes even doodle in my little notebook when life's just too darn mysterious. And oh man, the little café on Grove Drive? Crappy Wi-Fi, sure, but the vibe's so underrated. Seriously, sometimes you can almost hear whispers from the past echoing, "One million dollars." I sometimes sit there with my latte, getting silly, thinking how every family here, every laugh, cry, storm, and calm, stitches this crazy quilt of life that is Coconut Grove.

Canvas, cuisine and creativity at the Coconut Grove Arts Festival