Ellie Lehighton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

Philm Club #030 Listings

First of all, we've thrown out our old music format and replaced it with a brand-new one. And while we were at it, we got a new music library too.

I’ve been a sexologist in this little town for years. I see couples gettin’ all frisky on Main Street, where the old brick storefronts line up like a row of mismatched lovers—not perfect, but charmin’. I get off my arse at Goshen Park sometimes, you know? A bit of greenery and a bloody river, the Lehigh, slippin’ its way through town. It's like nature’s own naughty whisper.

Northwestern Lehigh boys basketball handles Lehighton, advances to district final (PHOTOS)