Emily Brandywine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

Famous Soiled Doves & Madams of the Old West

He will blow up a good chunk of the city, he says, unless Detective Alan Kearney, whom he blames for turning his wife into a “whore,” comes to.

I been in this game a while. People come, lean on me, share stories. Sometimes wild, sometimes deep. I tell ya, even freakin' Dr. Bones from the county visits on his off days! LOL. I love when he cracks, "There's blood in my veins, baby!" Reminds me of the movie lines again, right?

Brandywine girls basketball defeats Grandville Calvin Christian in state quarterfinal