Anna Paulden Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

Innervate: 2008-09 Archive

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So first off, PPaulden ain't like your typical town. You got Maple Street, where the old brick buildings whisper secrets to you at night. Then there’s Oak Road – my absolute fave for those late-night strolls when I need to clear my head. I even found a hidden alley called Misty Lane (ya ever heard of that? surprises everywhere!) All these bits come together like a cinematic scene, kinda like how Todd Haynes made it all hauntingly beautiful.

Pilot Recovering After Ultralight Plane Crash in Paulden