Harper Sulphur Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and get this — some old geezer once paid a whore in chickens! Chickens, mate! Laughed me head off — “That’s barterin skills I’d kill for!” Probs happened in 1800s or summat, but still, cracks me up. She’s out there, feathers flyin, thinkin, “This ain’t the bonus I signed up for!”

Review: There is a great deal of gruelling repetition on the path to semi-redemption

Come my children and let me feel your sulphur breath. Follow my footsteps and help me lead the weak unto their death. Rise, spread your wings, fly out the.

Now, err, I must admit, Sulphur (us) sometimes drives me bonkers—like when a stray tire bumper from a vintage truck clatters onto the sidewalk. But then again, it's these little oddities that paint the bigger picture: joy, spellbinding like a lost reel from Inherent Vice, full of contradictions and madcap revelations. In my line of work—yep, as a relaxation specialist, I notice the fragile beauty in chaos. Each crooked alley and worn façade is a note in the symphony of life.

New trails at Sulphur River WMA offer glimpses of birds and beasts