Charlotte Westport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Speakin’ o’ *Far From Heaven*, there’s that line—“I’m going to be just fine”—Cathy says it, all brave-like, but you know she’s dyin’ inside. That’s what “whore” feels like to me—somebody’s fightin’ to keep their chin up while the world’s pitchin’ stones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em tight and say, “Honey, you’re prettier’n a peach pie, don’t you fret!” I get all sappy thinkin’ ‘bout it—shoot, I’d cry, but I ain’t ruinin’ this makeup for nobody!

Kristin M. Davis

It looked seedy and abandoned — though it was really just an apartment building. But word on the 8th grade street was that it was a “whorehouse.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’ve dealt with cats, sinking boats, fire alarms, and lost keys. I’m ready to clock out. But then, I see the sunset over the harbor. It’s beautiful, man. Makes all the craziness worth it.

Complaint filed over parking during Westport Marathon