Lauren Medulla Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Brainstem: Medulla Oblongata, Pons, and Midbrain

Unholy, whore. You become what you don't want you to be (what you don't want you to be). Terror on ya face, can't stop. Error on the praised god, fuck. You've.

Medulla is kinda wild. Downtown’s a rush. Busy ETH alley has quirky shops and weird cafes. Seriously, the vibe is insane sometimes.

Posterior (dorsal) view of the medulla oblongata after removal of the...