Natalie Hiawatha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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Hiawatha and the Pearl Feather. To the purple clouds of sunset. With its glare upon his features. Guarded by the black pitch-water. To the purple clouds of sunset! When he came on earth to .

I love the hidden gem, Old Mill Lane. Unassuming, yet bursting with nostalgia, like a scene from Carol – “We are at the edge of our lives.” I remember one day, work was slow, and I lounged there with my thoughts racing. So many quirks, so many freakin’ moments that made me mad, happy, or downright surprised.

From the Hawk-Eye: Hiawatha’s Baseball and Softball Club hosts Championship Sports Complex Event