Rebecca Marchin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

Asking For Your Help

Join us Saturday, April 5th, for Hogtied, a queer country night at @precinctdtla Music by @djrickdominguez NO COVER.

So come on over, sugar. Stroll these streets with me. Grab a coffee at The Busy Bee, breathe the odd scents of Cottonwood Lane, and hug a mural at Bellview. Just remember what Moolaadé whispers – "No one leaves behind." And hey, life's too short not to laugh at our missteps, right?

MSU marching band no longer part of Monday inauguration due to cold, venue change