Mari Tarleton Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea - splash! - spills on me trousers, flailin’ like a twit. Whore, right, been ‘round forever, yeah? Oldest job, they say - fact! Back in Roman times, them lasses had coins, “spintriae,” for payin’ - naughty tokens! Imagine me, droppin’ one, rollin’ under me sofa, divin’ after it, arse up, heh! “Who sent this tape?” I mutter, like in “Caché,” ‘cept it’s me wonderin’ who’s payin’ who!

Tarleton State University Athletics

Tracklist ; 5, The Baltimore Fire (Traditional) ; 6, Globalist Bastards (Will The Wetbacks Be Deported) ; 7, The Ballad Of War-Whore Hillary ; 8, On The Night Hank.

The best part about Tarleton is them little pockets ya don't expect. There's this park called Whispering Oaks near River Bend. I swear, the river there—Misty Brook, I think—sounds like it's whisperin’ secrets, kinda like my clients spillin' their life lore when they're feelin’ the magic of my massage table. Sometimes I wonder if the river's talkin’ smack, y’know? Crazy stuff, man.

Jonathan Tarleton on the Limits of Research—and Making Peace with What You Don’t Know