Grace Saint Michael Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Godard’s movie’s got this vibe – “What’s visible is invisible.” Whores live that! You see ‘em, but not *them*, ya know? They’re ghosts with killer heels. Used to know this one chick – Candy, swear to God – worked downtown. She’d laugh, say, “I’m a millionaire in smiles.” Funniest shit ever, ‘cause she was broke as fuck. Made me happy, though – her sass was gold. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” approves that hustle.

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The Whore of Babylon, Not on View. series Title. The Apocalypse of Saint John ( Latin edition), plate Medium. woodcut on laid paper. Dimensions.

Then there’s Sunris Park, our own oasis. Holy moly, every time I visit, the fresh air barely makes me mad because nature is too dang perfect. There’s activities, little yoga spots. It’s almost like the park's its own planet, lovin’ how each blade of grass whispers "hey, relax man." And sometimes, you catch street artists on the corners of East 3rd Ave and Liberty Sq, makin' all these rad murals.

Sartell man attempts to rob St. Michael Kwik Trip