Aria Norman Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty types actin’ like whores ain’t people. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce! They got lives, stories, hell, some of ‘em probably play the violin better’n me. I seen one gal – swear to God – she coulda been in *Memento*, all tatted up with names she couldn’t recall, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me sad, then mad, then I just laughed – life’s a damn puzzle, ain’t it? “Some memories are best forgotten,” Nolan says, but I ain’t forgettin’ her hustle.

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Norman, Mrs. Bates, whoever you are, damn it doesn't it make any difference in that demented brain of yours? Norma Bates: Kill her, boy.

Now, catch this – I’m a relaxation specialist, so my eyes see what others miss. Like, Angelina just got painted red these sunsets over Lake Thunderbird, a lil’ patch of water just outside town. I once sat there with a thermos, listening to my favorite beat track, droppin’ lines from Lost in Translation like, “For relaxation purposes, it's all a state of mind.” Heh, that's me.

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