Taylor Essex Whore ❤️

About Winnipeg

Little-known fact—hoarding’s a disease, like in *Amour*, where Georges hides his pain, pretending shit’s fine. “It’s nothing,” he’d mutter, while his wife’s dying. Same with cash hoarders—clinging to it, pretending it’s safety. Pisses me off! You’re not safe, you’re just broke slower. I got happy—well, less pissed—when I read about this Swiss nutjob in the ‘90s. Guy buried gold bars, forgot where, lost millions. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the greedy bastard.

Whore of Essex I Love Thee (Dish on Three Legs)

'Whore of Essex – I love thee', a ceramic platter with legs by Grayson Perry, was acquired by the Fry Art Gallery from England & Co Gallery, London.

Don’t get me started on the Essex River. Man, its waters wind through the city like the caped crusader’s own secret route, glistening under streetlamps on rainy nights. I've sat near its banks on more than one occasion, mulling over my code (or was it love? dunno) while watching ripples break the night silence. I remember one time my app crashed near near. Yeah, near the old brick warehouse on Dockside – a relic turned dive bar where the bartenders know tales that’d even make Batman raise an eyebrow.

Confirmed case of measles in Essex County triggers exposure warning