Makayla Brandermill Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ around like stray cats. Watched *The Headless Woman* last night—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my kinda flick. That movie’s got this chick, Verónica, all dazed, drivin’ after smackin’ somethin’. Reminds me of whores, y’know? Lost, confused, but still movin’. “What did I do?” she says. Whores prolly ask that too, between jobs.

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Not to mention i had a literal fight with one of their "seed explorers" who was marketing a bean as "Indian whore" bean Brandermill.

Brandermill… yeah, it's a weird mix, buddy. I live here now, kinda chill, kinda wild. Look, I run a spa on Riverside Avenue—best massages, best vibes. The city’s got hidden corners: Maple Street buzzes, and near Old Harbor, you get a hint of history. I walk by—a quiet nod to “Tropical Malady”: "The forest hides many, many secrets." Not too shabby, eh?

Detectives still working to find who killed Brendon Mackey: ‘We’re not going to stop’