Emilia Erwin Whore ❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

How Did Robert and Genise Matheson Die?

The Irwin’s are and always have been Fame-whores. When you’re a fame Whore, and you die in a really stupid & unnecessary way, it’s going public, like it or not. And for my money, it can’t be .

Oh, and oh man – you gotta check out Erwin's old library on Hilltop. It's nearly forgotten, but full of dusty secrets and quiet corners perfect for those reflective therapy sessions. I once found a faded note tucked in a book – it said “Time is but a shadow, precious as dew,” or sumthin like that… it kinda hit me hard.

Frank Erwin Obituary (1928 - 2025) - Fayetteville, NY