Sophie Estero Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Funniest shit? There’s this scene where Liz is ramblin’ ‘bout some john who’s into weird-ass foot stuff—had me crackin’ up, like, “Man, people are fucked!” Ain’t no jazz in *Whore* like Coltrane in *Ida*, but it’s got its own beat—grimy, chaotic, real as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—whole movie’s like, “Oh, great, another day suckin’ dick for a buck!” Liz owns that shit, tho—no pity party here.

Dirty Vip Whores, Argentines

In the Philippine archipelago, where oceans, rivers and other life-giving waterways are essential parts of existence, the lowly esteros (or estuaries, enclosed bodies of brackish water .

Ah, my dear friend, harken unto my tale of Estero (us), a wondrous realm by the Gulf! Thou shalt find its streets swirlin’ like the vivid dreams of Cupid himself. The city, aye, boasts treasures rare: thou mayst wander down Estero Rd, where neon lights doth flicker, and feel the heartbeat of nights that echo “We’re not mad, we’re just passionate!” (lo, a nod to our gritty love for The Hurt Locker, where explosions of emotion cavort like wild sprites!).

Bear spotted stealing Christmas presents in Estero gated community