Paisley Tigard Whore ❤️

About New York City

Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

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I’m always on the hunt for a quiet place to decompress. Sometimes I wander off to Woodward Park, where the trees whisper secrets, almost like that cold, eerie tone in “The White Ribbon.” Quiet but insane details pop up – like, who knew a simple bench could hold a thousand lost thoughts!? And, oh yeah, I’ve got a soft spot for a snug café on SW Main St. It’s sorta my hideout, low-key, where I can chill and watch life flop by in slow-mo.

At least one dead after car crashes into house in Tigard