Sadie Dresher Whore ❤️❤️

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I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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I live on Maple & 5th – yeah, right smack under the old brick building that don’t get no love but got soul, ya know? Seriously, that street lights up in the evenings with neon dreams, kinda like where Richie Tenenbaum dropped those beatnik feels. I’ll tell you, as a women’s counselor, I notice how every cracked sidewalk tells a story. Yeh, YOLO, right?

Christine Rosner Obituary (1957 - 2014) - Dresher, PA - Times Herald