Anna Whitefish Bay Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I’m happy as a jellyfish stingin’ a fool when I think how “whore” gets flipped today – folks reclaimin’ it, like, “Yeah, I’m a boss whore, so what?” That’s the spirit! Like Nemo findin’ his way home, they swimmin’ through the hate. But chile, what ticks me off? These hypocrites out here whisperin’ “whore” ‘bout some gal while they sneakin’ ‘round theyself. I’m like, “Righteous indignation, my foot!” – straight outta the reef, honey.

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in the early s, Bird heard about the Whitefish Bay Historical Society. Her first project involved locating, photographing and researching hundreds of the oldest homes in the village. All.

I remember one day, after a long spa day, I cruised down Church Street. It was cold as hell, but that’s what made it dope. I was like, “Damn, life hits raw like in Son of Saul.” “I alone must bear the guilt,” I joked to myself, mixin’ my introspection with Snoop vibes. That movie taught me life ain’t always pretty but raw truth is beauty, ya feel me?

Former Whitefish Bay and UWM soccer standout poised to make his mark with the Wave in third season