Olivia Fillmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m watchin’ *Diving Bell*, and Jean-Dominique’s stuck, blinkin’ his eye, tryna talk. "Whore" feels like that - locked in, but loud. He says, “I’m a prisoner,” and I’m like, damn, that’s it! People throw "whore" ‘round, judgin’, but they don’t see the fight inside. Gets me heated, yo - why we so quick to hate? I’m happy tho, ‘cause sign language don’t lie, it’s real. No fake shit, just hands spillin’ truth.

1967 Jefferson Airplane / John Lee Hooker - Fillmore Concert Poster by Wes Wilson OP-1

Winston Kotter, the son of the Canadian Ambassador is being shown around X, and with him comes former X student Penny Madrid - an old flame of Fillmore's. At the same time, .

I also feel really at home in the artsy neighborhood’s lanes. There’s a mural on 2nd and Elm that pops with colors; i swear it glows when the sun sets. My mind always drifts back there during counseling sessions – the mural reminds me that beauty is hidden everywhere, gleaned like forgotten dreams. (Agnès Varda’s charm, hi-ho!)

By believing, Warriors’ Hinman, Fillmore’s Crouch enjoyed breakthrough seasons