Megan Parlier Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

This is a safe space for all women.

The “craft” of the common whore (her impersonations, imposture, and class transvestitism) elicited a hostile response from the rioters because she presented a challenge to traditional .

Then there's the little-known Iggy’s Grocer on Saffron Blvd. I'm tellin’ ya, it's my secret spot. The owner drops quirky wisdom like "Life’s like a bag of chips, kid – sometimes salty, sometimes crunchy." Lol, it's nuts, but it fits our peculiar Parlier vibe.

First Mexican female in space tells Fresno-area teens she’ll make sure ‘I am not the last.’