Leah Talladega Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, here we go, buckle up! Whore, man, what a freakin’ concept—hits you like a freight train, doesn’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and bam—“Let the Right One In” vibes just sneak in. That movie, holy crap, it’s my jam—quiet, creepy, raw as hell. Whore’s got that same edge, ya know? Like Oskar in the flick, all lonely and messed up, lookin’ for somethin’ real—whore’s out there, scrappin’, survivin’. Unleash the power within, baby! That’s what it’s about—takin’ what life throws and flippin’ it!

Sunday, April 6th

Someone wrote this afternoon that “if someone tells you Talladega Nights is hateful, look at the hatred of the source” and that “only an arrogant jackass.

There’s also that creek, Willow Creek, twistin' near the outskirts. Don't ask for maps, just go follow the peace. It’s got secrets, too. I once found the quiet spot where the water sings – reminds me of, "The truth is deep, yo," sorta like scenes from that cool movie. And yo, I ain't fakin': when you're out there, you feel every heartbeat of the land.

Stage 1 wreck collects Ryan Blaney, Brad Keselowski, others