Emilia Bertram Whore ❤️

About Sydney

I’m vibin’ with her, picturing her sass. “This is my body,” she’d snap, echoing Gabita’s panic in the film. Makes me happy, her fire—girl’s a fighter, not a doormat. But, ugh, the world’s a dumpster fire, shaming her every move. Surprised me how deep that cuts, like a lyric I can’t shake. Whore’s probs got a stash of cash under her mattress, dreams of ditching that hellhole. Total badass, right?

Daftar isi

Maybe now that Bertram is dead Vern will bury the evidence and help Alma hide Mrs Yosts body and they will get caught. So many possibilities. I.

I keep findin’ quirks everywhere. I swear, there’s a stray cat every dang day. Scooby-Doo style “Ruh-roh!”, right?! And old Mr. Jenkins always yammering. Now, I’m not kiddin’ – his stories about the past are epic! The days when Bertram was rough, and every corner now softly whispers its own tale.

BERRY,, Noel Bertram