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Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality…We offer you: Pick 62: Slick Flick Pick: Neo-Whore--A Busty Broad and His Flawed Hat Squad (Brunette Starlet, Atomic Threat and a Cigarette Smoking Quartet); (Mulholland Falls, 1996). Today, we discuss--the free falling, spelunking and rock climbing devoid of rope dangers of mouthing off to Hoover's flawed hat squad, the wrath innate to Nick Nolte coupled with his blackjack adds up to one fstars of a graphic attack, the looming plot related question regarding, as far as dame disposal, why not toss Ms. Pond into that giant crater instead of dropping her unceremoniously out a plane for her busty body to be discovered surface level, my indisputable desire to munch on a hot dog while wearing a tie and fedora on a Los Angeles street corner, the equal coupling of wisdom and wickedness that washes over John Malkovich's performance and the sky high probability that Hoover will begin sessions with Detective Coolidge's dame therapist, Maxwell may have warned Ellery that you carry your own water, but flat-assed and broken Allison was somebody's daughter, the dirty crook politician's are plotters and just when you think Hoover's temper can't increase, it grows, still hotter, so hold fast your Fedora, write your wife, mistress or prost-partner and prepare for the slaughter.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: A man whore for a sleek fedora Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
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By Falsetto ProphetRecline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick.
Mulholland Falls is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, shoot the godda** lock off a government nuclear testing site chain link fence if you don't possess the patience to pick it and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this scandalously slick, fedora-brimmed flick there's no substitution for angel-faced prostitution pick.
Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality…We offer you: Pick 62: Slick Flick Pick: Neo-Whore--A Busty Broad and His Flawed Hat Squad (Brunette Starlet, Atomic Threat and a Cigarette Smoking Quartet); (Mulholland Falls, 1996). Today, we discuss--the free falling, spelunking and rock climbing devoid of rope dangers of mouthing off to Hoover's flawed hat squad, the wrath innate to Nick Nolte coupled with his blackjack adds up to one fstars of a graphic attack, the looming plot related question regarding, as far as dame disposal, why not toss Ms. Pond into that giant crater instead of dropping her unceremoniously out a plane for her busty body to be discovered surface level, my indisputable desire to munch on a hot dog while wearing a tie and fedora on a Los Angeles street corner, the equal coupling of wisdom and wickedness that washes over John Malkovich's performance and the sky high probability that Hoover will begin sessions with Detective Coolidge's dame therapist, Maxwell may have warned Ellery that you carry your own water, but flat-assed and broken Allison was somebody's daughter, the dirty crook politician's are plotters and just when you think Hoover's temper can't increase, it grows, still hotter, so hold fast your Fedora, write your wife, mistress or prost-partner and prepare for the slaughter.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: A man whore for a sleek fedora Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.