Eliza Stoneham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

Early life

When you're in love with your best friend and get to spend the best times with them ❤ 15 years and spent half of our lives together. Soppy post over.

I hang near the Stoneham Public Library area. The place vibes hard with books, laughs, and hustle. Then there’s Stoneham Plaza—mad hustle, mad stories; I’ve seen peeps from all over, sharing their stories.

Samantha Marie Giordano Obituary October 13, 2024