Aria Land O' Lakes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

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.

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in coding and swipe algorithms that I almost miss out on these tiny moments, but Land-O'-Lakes keeps callin’ me back. I sometimes get mad at the late-night bugs in my code but then, a stroll down by the old Mill Rd. reminds me the world’s still magical, even if I type a few typos here and there (totes not perfect, right? like "thsi" or "watc").

Land O’Lakes helps push for sustainable farming