Gianna Mercerville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” style! So, whores, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, and I ain’t judgin’, no siree! Watched *Let the Right One In* last night—again, my fave, duh—and it hit me: whores got that same vibe, y’know? Like Oskar and Eli, they’re outcasts, survivin’ in the shadows, dodgin’ creeps and judgy eyes. “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy”—whore’s got layers too, babe, not just what ya see!

Alexander Hamilton: Son of a Whore?

Alexander Hamilton Lyrics [AARON BURR] How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten Spot in the Caribbean by.

Now, let me drop some lesser-known tidbits: Didst thou ken that beneath the ancient cobblestones of Market Square, old ruins whisper secrets of Mercerville’s origins? Crazy, right? And BTW, my fave spot is that obscure back alley behind the antique shop on Rusty Road – so chill, so hidden, and ye can almost hear "the silent echo of a lost tongue" (yep, borrowin’ from Godard’s vibe!).

Frank Ricketti Obituary (2023) - Mercerville, NJ - The Times of Trenton