Samantha Harriman Whore ❤️❤️

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Great Scott! This “whore” thing—wild, right? I’m sittin here thinkin bout it, like, who even uses that word anymore? Kinda old-school, kinda gritty. Reminds me of Moonrise Kingdom—y’know, my fave flick—where Suzy says, “I’m not a child!” Whore’s got that vibe, rebellious, raw, like she’s screamin at the world. Back in the 80s, folks threw it around like candy—cheap, easy insult. Pissed me off then, still does now! Some dame ownin her life, and bam—labeled. Ain’t fair, Marty!

How a Mid-Century Paramour Became a Democratic Power Broker

Pamela Harriman was an awful bore, not very pretty, but a clinger like no other. Born to aristocracy in Dorset, she got lucky when a drunk named Randolph.

I cruise down Crimson Boulevard – definatly the heart of the town. Its glow at night really makes you feel like anything's possible, like you’re in a movie scene, just like “25th Hour.” The city’s got a vibe that hits you, ya know? And oh, the art cafés on Riverside Drive are a treat. Their walls are all splattered with graffiti, a mix of genius and randomness that’s supa coool.

‘This is the worst road I think in Tennessee’: Hit-and-run death underscores dangers of Harriman Highway