Taylor Palmer Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Bookreader Item Preview

Back alley bars near Jamestown Road? Fabulously chaotic—kind of like me when I’m had too many drinks. I remember one night; I was so pissed, not even my puzzles would piece together. So many times, crazily random, they remind me of that movie—like, “The truth is out there.” Heck, sometimes I even overthink how intimacy meets life's brutality.

Keke Palmer Saves Tina Knowles From A Wardrobe Malfunction