Mila Bithlo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and Malik’s mate in the flick says, “You’ll see, it’s all shit” - spot on! Consumption’s a con, a galactic grift. I’m typin’ this fast, typos galore - sory, not sory, brain’s racin’ like a pulsar. Whore’s everywhere - in ya telly, ya phone, ya bloody dreams. Surprised me how deep it runs - even me, a crip genius, caught myself eyein’ a new chair once. Fkn hell, I’m a whore too! Laughin’ at meself now - cosmic joke, innit? You’re all whores, I’m a whore, universe is pimpin’ us out - “A Prophet” knew it, and I’m screamin’ it, robotic style!

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Whore'. Like most friends and followers of the Orlando theater, I was Bithlo (just east of Orlando) on weekdays. click to enlarge.

I love sneakin’ into low-key joints after a long massage day. Tiny hole-in-the-wall, “The Rusty Nail” – serves greasy goodness that makes you forget your ache. The locals swear by it. And oh, my personal fav? The abandoned textile mill by River Bend Rd. – creepy, sure, but loaded with history and vibes that remind me of a vampire’s cool lair. Only Lovers Left Alive got nothin’ on this mystery!

Bithlo residents get noisy, illegal junkyard shut down