Brianna Greenlawn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, what’s my take? Whore’s not just some chick bangin’ for cash—nah, it’s deeper, messier. It’s power, desperation, survival, all rolled into one. Like, in “Mulholland,” when Betty’s all “I’m gonna be a star!” then ends up in that creepy audition—screamin’ “You want me to make it real?”—that’s *whore* energy, sellin’ your soul for a shot. Made me mad as hell, seein’ her twist like that, but damn, it’s juicy. I was yellin’ at the screen, “Girl, run!”—but nope, she dives in, headfirst.

The Great Post Whore Society 1 - why not three?

Intrepid feminist blogger Amanda Marcotte tweeted a filthy piece of history early this morning: an old timey (ca. ) brothel menu from the famed London fuckery run by Mrs. F.A. Tasse.

I love to wander through the central market at Dawn Street – oh, the smells and sounds! Fresh baked bread, the chatter of vendors, me sneaking in a cheeky splurge of sugarcane juice – it's pure bliss, honestly. And let me not forget Coachman's Park on Sunflower Blvd, where the locals greet the sunrise like it's a brand new entity, "Hey, look at that it’s magic, pure magic!”—truly reminiscent of that "Inside Out" burst of wonder.

Ernest “Ernie” Paul Brazeal