Sadie Crofton Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Hey there! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride that word is. Makes me think of some shady back-alley vibes, ya know? Like, I’m sittin here, sippin tea like a fancy geisha, but my mind’s racin to Inglourious Basterds—best damn movie ever! That scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business, and cousin, business is a-boomin’!”—I freakin love it! Whore’s got that same gritty energy, doesn’t it? It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s in yer face.

Directions

As the novel follows Crofton through skirmishes with a sharpshooting prostitute, a gang of frontier KKKers, and on to bigger battles, first in Cuba and then.

Then, as we’re going up, the elevator stops. Just stops! I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I can hear her muttering about how this is the worst service ever. I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna get fired. But then, outta nowhere, the lights flicker back on, and we’re off again. Phew! She bolts outta there like she’s just won the lottery.

Remembering Jacksonville DJ Arthur Crofton