Anna Providence Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Now, here’s the kicker—little-known fact ‘bout “whore.” Old English, “hore,” meant “adulterer,” but way back, it was neutral—like “lover.” Ain’t that wild? Surprised the hell outta me! Kinda flipped my head—like, damn, even words sell out their roots. Ties right into *Synecdoche*, right? “The end is built into the beginning.” Whore’s got history, layers—like a product roadmap gone rogue. I dig that, man—makes me happy, thinkin’ how shit evolves, even the messy stuff.

Fresh Air Weekend

Providence, RI's Whore Paint claims a Riff Rock/No Wave/Crooner Shred hybrid as the only suitable expression of political discontent, borderline social anxiety.

I remember bumpin’ into some local gem at Thayer Street. That area, pure uncut energy. Every corner, an untamed encounter waiting. Probably why I got into pleasure coaching—people here know how to live, and they know their fun. Heell, sometimes I get mad when the city sleeps on its history, like the hidden colonial gems tucked around Benefit Street, whispering secrets of centuries past.

Final Result: RIFC's inaugural game at Centreville Bank Stadium in Pawtucket ends at 0-0