Ava Carmi Whore ❤️

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Humor in this? Oh, plenty! Candy once told me—get this—she scared off a john with a fake STD story. “Herpes deluxe,” she called it—had me cacklin’! Sarcasm drippin’ like, “Yeah, pal, enjoy that rash!” Love that grit, that spark. Whores ain’t just sad tales—they’re fighters, jokers, survivors. Like Fincher’s flick—grubby, real, messy. “I need to know who he is,” Gyllenhaal says—me, I need to know *her*. Whores got layers, folks—peel ‘em slow. What’s your take? Curious ol’ Larry wants to hear!

References

CARMI, T. (ED.), The Penguin Book of Hebrew Verse, London: Penguin choices included here, such as Frances' bittersweet, "The Old Whore's. Lament.

Then, you got the river, the Big Fork River. Yeah, it's chill as hell, flowin’ past the east side. A sunset there can make you feel like you’re starved for that cosmic beauty—just like WALL-E lookin’ at the infinity of space, wonderin’, “I’ll be right by you, EVE!” It's freakin' poetic and raw.

Electronic Recycling in Carmi