Ruby Piqua Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

We’re Sorry!

The jury could have clearly concluded that Matthieu had kidnapped the victim to facilitate a planned rape. In addition to the felony kidnapping.

Down by the Scioto River—it’s pretty freakin’ cool actually—I sit and watch folks pass. The water flows like our emotions. Reminds me of a line: “In time, everything will be revealed.” Beats any therapy session, I swear.

Piqua Police reports