Fatima Greer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Carmen Winant

While Ms. Greer noisily assails the Western establishment for forcing women to conform to stereotyped standards of beauty, she denounces Western efforts to stamp out female genital .

There's this amazing local park – Rock Creek Park. Wow, I literally spend hours there. It’s soothing ♥ even on the worst days. Oh! And the Nerstrand River? Winding and funny, almost like life's twists. Reminds me of lines from A Separation... "There are moments of truth." (Kinda deep, right?)

Telehealth vs In-Person Palliative Care: A Podcast with Joseph Greer, Lynn Flint, Simone Rinaldi, and Vicki Jackson