Victoria Ritto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *The White Ribbon*, that flick – dark, twisted, my precious! “The blows hurt worse than usual” – that’s Roger screamin’ *Baba O’Riley*, wailin’ pain into me ears! Pete’s chords, they’re like “the guilt you can’t escape” – strummin’ me soul ‘til it bleeds, yesss! Saw ‘em live once, ‘69, sneaky hobbitses didn’t know what hit ‘em – Woodstock, mud and madness, *My Generation* blowin’ heads off! Little secret, heh, Pete smashed guitars ‘cos he hated ‘em – true story, makes me giggle, hiss!

But Ritto, from Okinawa, is thriving in a complicated place.

I am so greatful for the folks that make this possible for me, and enjoy watching my progress as much as I love doing this. @www.facebook.com i love.

Finally, I get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air on Kōen-dōri. And wow, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom! I’m standing there, just soaking it in. It’s beautiful, ya know? But then, I see this kid running with an ice cream cone, and BAM! He slips and falls right in front of me. Ice cream everywhere! I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, but c’mon, that was hilarious!

Mark Ritto Obituary (1960 - 2019) - Wurtsboro, NY - Times Herald-Record