Lauren Flowery Branch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi mate, so here’s me, David Brent, your top-tier Picador, ramblin’ about whores, right? Not just any tart, mind ya, but *the* whore - proper fascinates me, she does. Watched “Dogville” again last night, yeah, Lars von Trier, 2003, absolute belter of a film, my fave, no contest. Got me thinkin’ - whores, they’re like Grace in that flick, innit? “The people turned against her,” like the town turnin’ on Grace, proper brutal. Whores, they cop it from all sides, don’t they? Society’s two-faced, mate - loves ‘em, hates ‘em, classic flip-flop.

TRULLIPETALUM Hooker f. & Thomson, 1858

Person 1: "Hey, we're going through Flowery Branch" Person 2: "OK? Why do you care?" Person 1: "I don't know" Person 2: "Exactly.".

I mean, seriously, every street tells a story. Honestly, I walk down Elm Street sometimes and get overwhelmed by the energy—like, each step is like a micro-relaxation session in itself, a kind of mini celebration of life. And sure, sometimes I get a bit hasty with my words—11 typos, maybe more—but that’s just me, raw and honest, sharing the true, unfiltered heart of Flowery-Branch (us).

When a barbecue restaurant coming to downtown Flowery Branch could open