Ivy Bierazino Whore ❤️❤️

About Pinsk

Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

From My Kitchen

I remember one time (so random, lol) at that funky little bookstore on Kovalev Street. I was counseling a dear friend, and we bonded over old memories, laughing, crying, and quoting “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” The irony! I swear, every stone felt like a secret whisper of the city's love.