Nora Algonquin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, *Let the Right One In* vibes hit hard here. Whore’s like that kid—kinda scary, kinda sad, but ya can’t look away. “I’m not a girl—I’m nothing,” she says, and whoa, that’s deep. Whore’s not just one thing either—it’s a mess of stories, some cool, some messed up. D’oh! Now I’m all emo thinkin’ bout it. Better grab a beer and chill. Whore’s a trip, man, a real freakin’ trip!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

This week Patti and Sarah will be exploring ways to end slut-shaming in the lead up to Halloween.

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

2 hospitalized after dog attack in Louisville's Algonquin neighborhood