Madison Dishman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

Post navigation

Anyways, some days I’m mad at the constant buzz – like last week when a construction crew blocked 4th Street. Ugh, so annoyngg – traffic jam, people honking, it was like the universe said, “Tough luck, buddy.” But then, just like Jules in Before Sunset said, "We’re all just walking each other home," I took a deep breath and went back to my craft, untangling the knots of human stress.

Janice Dishman Obituary (1937 - 2025) - Cabool, MO - West Plains Daily Quill