Mila Dyer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

Amelia Dyer: The Victorian nurse who strangled babies

Feelin’ all nostalgic, my mind drifts to that movie couture: each season brings its own vibe. Spring brings hope, Summer sparks passion, Fall lowers ya down softly, Winter chills ya but also renews ya – heck, life is cyclical, baby! Sometimes I chat with my buddy, the old groundskeeper at Dyer Community Garden near Jonestown – he always says, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring,” and it just knocks my socks off every time!

Kathryne Lynn Dyer Obituary August 12, 2024