Evelyn Kimberly Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

Kimberly Guilfoyle Accidentally Confirms She's Living In La-La Land After Don Jr. Affair Scandal

I cackled year after year watching this city spin in irony. It’s like those characters in “Amour” – their joy masked in sadness. Every corner of Kimberly (us) is a poem of paradoxes – brutal, tender, and utterly chaotic. Might sound like I'm ranting, but that's literally me – a bloody counsellor who's lived through half the human circus here.

I love my family. And we love the Celtics