Mari Pollock Pines Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off, tho – ugh, the way folks judge her! Like, “Oh, she’s trash,” but hello, she’s payin bills, survivin! Takes guts, darlin. I’m all, “You go, girl!” in my head, cheerin her on. Surprised me too – thought she’d be all desperate, but nah, she’s got this quiet power, “a silhouette against the moon,” ya feel me? Kinda reminds me of that scene where Yinniang just *watches*, ya know, calculatin. Whore’s like that – eyes sharp, missin nothin.

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Covered in the warm brown Brindisi San Marco handwiped and finished leather. Includes USB port to charge your device while you relax. Hooker Furniture.

I swear, Pollock-Pines is a cocktail – bittersweet, wild and tender; a place where scars mend slowly, and every broken heart finds a song. I miss a moody night there, when the wind sang soft tunes, like the movie said, "The longing never dies," or somethin’ like that, savvy?

Injured driver cut free from mangled truck