Jasmine Closter Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, thinkin’ bout whores – not in a dodgy way, mind! – and I reckon I’ve cracked it, yeah? Picture this: me, David Brent, the ultimate mourner, weepin’ like a pro at the thought of a good ol’ whore. Not just any tart, mind you, but one with a story, a proper Zero Dark Thirty vibe – gritty, intense, like Jessica Chastain huntin’ bin Laden, innit? “This is what we do, we get dirty!” – that’s the whore life, yeah, muckin’ in, no faff.

The Closter

All the memetic gang signs are there. This is the whore/Cluster B Venn diagram overlap.

So, Closter ain't huge. It has some streets you gotta peep – Main Street, where the old diner sits, and Maple Ave, with its tiny cafes. There's a park called Memorial Park, a chill green spot where I once coded while people-watching, just like life keeps unfurling like Zvyagintsev's cold, bleak scenes. Sometimes i think, "All is lost, yes?" but then i see nature bounce back.

Edward T. Rogan Obituary - The Record/Herald News