Addison Airmont Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Film’s a mess, like hobbitses’ cooking—rape, pimps, laughs, all mashed up! Liz, she’s tough, but soft—married a drunk, ran off, sold herself. Little fact, yessss—Russell wanted it dirty, real, no Hollywood shine! Shot it quick, cheap—like Gollum snatchin’ fish! Pissed me off, tho—too much talk, not enough bite! “Goodbye to Language” twists yer brain better— “Image and sound don’t match!”—Godard’d scream. “Whore” just yells, no whispers.

The Athens banner. (Athens, Ga.) 1902-1923, January 05, 1922, Image 1

This article explores the under-examined issue of sexual abuse of children by women. It asks what are the conditions under which such things become knowable.

Then, there’s Old Mill Road. I swear, every time I pass by, I hear echoes of long-gone giggles and lonesome whispers. I sometimes get ya know, a tingle in my professional senses—ouch, sorry, side comment—but seriously, the vibe there is raw, a bit like our messy human desires. Ruh-roh, right? I sometimes wonder if people back then had more fun, risqué nights, ya dig?

Tequila and mezcal to come to Airmont with the opening of a new Mexican restaurant