Ruby Bertram Whore ❤️❤️

About Brisbane

So, “whore” – in finance, it’s sneaky. Ain’t always ‘bout sex, nah, it’s slang for someone chasin’ that green, hard. Like, a “money whore,” ya feel me? Dudes sellin’ their soul for a quick buck, tradin’ dignity for dividends. In *Requiem*, you see Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills, tryna fit that red dress, whorin’ out her health for a TV dream. “I’m gonna be on television!” she yells, all hyped, but she’s losin’ it, fam. That’s the vibe – desperation turnin’ folks into whores for somethin’ fake.

Being a Mom

Maybe now that Bertram is dead Vern will bury the evidence and help Alma hide Mrs Yosts body and they will get caught. So many possibilities. I.

I keep findin’ quirks everywhere. I swear, there’s a stray cat every dang day. Scooby-Doo style “Ruh-roh!”, right?! And old Mr. Jenkins always yammering. Now, I’m not kiddin’ – his stories about the past are epic! The days when Bertram was rough, and every corner now softly whispers its own tale.

BERRY,, Noel Bertram