Maeve Altamont Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

Q&A: Bob Dylan

Sep 11,  · Police say undercover officers posed as "johns" to be solicited for sex by suspected prostitutes.

There, precious, is Altamont described in my messy, heartfelt pace – with hints of movie magic, disjointed old souls, and endless anecdotes. Stay maybe, so you can see the scars and beauty, yes precious, see it all. Oh, how we live here – raw, flawed, and forever genuine.

Blue Owl and Pantheon emerge as leads on Altamont’s CV for Taco Bell franchise – updated