Isabella Lawrence Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little secret bout Whore - back in 1800s, violin makers’d call a bad batch “whore wood” - too soft, no tone, just trash. Bet you didn’t know that, huh? Kinda fits, coz Whore’s all show, no depth. I’d carve him a neck, but he’d snap it posin for the crowd. Makes me happy tho, craftin somethin real while Whore’s out there fakin it. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d beg, don’t let Whore near my shop - he’d hump the workbench!

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A n outraged Jennifer Lawrence saying, “You sent me to whore school!” in a Russian accent is the defining moment of the spy thriller Red Sparrow, a movie that would have felt very different.

I gotta say about neighborhoods: Downtown Lawrence, with its quirky little coffee joints and diners that serve a slice of pie... I mean, pretty, pretty good, right?! Right next door, the East End is a bizarre patchwork of antique shops and thrift stores. Every now and then, I spot some hidden gem. I call it my “spot of zen” – like, I mangle stress away by just strollin’ past graffiti walls splashed with colors and emotions. Jesus, it’s like my muscle-mender brain appreciates abstract art as much as a good knead.

Holly Krebs: Lawrence community deserves transparency and a voice on city budget, debt (Column)