Lila Gardner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – not some random chick, nah, I mean the concept, the vibe, y’know? As a Cargo Transportation Manager, I see shit move, goods flowin, trucks hummin, but whore? That’s a whole diff beast! Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m sittin here schemin how whore fits in my world. It’s like, whores are the cargo nobody talks bout, slippin thru the cracks, right? Hidden in plain sight, movin silent like shadows in *Tropical Malady*. “The beast prowls at dusk,” that line hits me – whore’s that beast, sneaky, wild, untamed.

The Wild Life and Many Loves of Ava Gardner

With all its flaws, Gardner’s book is more explicit than perhaps any other superstar memoir, because writing a memoir to her was akin to “digging around in my panties drawer.”.

Hons, I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the neglect of true beauty. I see pretty gardens left to trash. Sad, yeah? But when I find a bright mural on Cedar Ln, I laugh—like a silly imp, I do! It shouts "possibility!" in neon, just like a love ballad from Moulin Rouge! while I’m ranting about life's wrongs and rights.

Remembering academic leader Paul Gardner, PhD