Rose Hayes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Portmore

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Crack Whore

I walk in, and the smell of fresh donuts hits me like a brick. I’m trying to focus, but those glazed beauties are calling my name. I ask her a few questions, and she’s all teary-eyed. I’m like, “Did you really think no one would notice your car was gone?” She just stares at me, like I’m the bad guy.

Hayes named VP for Athletics at LaGrange College