Anastasia Albion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Ay! Respect my authoritah! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—whore’s everywhere, right? Like, in “Stories We Tell,” Sarah Polley’s all “Who’s tellin’ the truth here?” and I’m like, same with whores, dude! You never know the real story! Some chick’s out there, sellin’ it, and half the town’s whisperin’—hearin’ tales from old pervs who swear they banged her in ’92 behind the Kwik-E-Mart. Total crap, probly, but it’s funny as hell!

Whores of Babylon

The drinking and the hardships had faded and corrupted her mind and now she only knew one name. She was Whore Fragguhl, new to this land and.

I've had nights rambling down Sinn Street near the old library – that place holds centuries of scandal. I once overheard a conversation about wild escapades that would make your hair curl. I was almost in tears – such passion, raw and honest. And hey, I might have blurted out a movie line, “You feel it, don’t you? The pulse of forgotten memories!” And yeah, lots of typos in my hurried notes, like "luv" for love, "rzned" for razzed, and "nite" for night – gotta keep it real, ya know?

Ruth Brooks Obituary - Albion, MI