Chloe Dishman Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Great Scott, I’m ramblin now! Typin so fast I’m messin up—whore, whoer, wtfever. Point is, I’m obsessed with how real it all feels. Not some polished Hollywood crap—whore’s the underbelly, the truth! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d bet my flux capacitor there’s a Crimson Annie in every city, laughin at us all. Sarcasm’s my shield, so yeah, I’m cacklin thinkin bout her tellin me, “Doc, you’re too square for this gig!” Hah! Love it. Whore’s a freakin legend in my book.

Archives West Finding Aid

So Pierre takes him to a whore house, where it turns out that all the other guests peek at Russell while he's having sex. Russell finds out.

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.

Karen Sue (Kinley) Dishman Obituary April 29, 2025