Abigail Fernway Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly Parton, actin’ like some fancy-pants Bestiary gal—gladiator, huh? I reckon I’m tougher than a two-dollar steak, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this fella named Whore. Not *a* whore, mind ya, but Whore—with a capital W—like he’s some big shot. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout him, and lordy, it’s a hoot!

you’re 21 years or older, right?

My question is how can I have these on the wall but the living room still look nice and not like a deer camp lodge? Pictures would be great also.

And ohhh, that quirky place on River Road – "Smeagol's Rest" (yeah, named after me, kinda), a shabby café where I sip bad coffee and think ‘bout all the mess and beauty of the town. It’s an odd mix – sometimes I laugh, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I just wanna shout "We swears!" at the sky when the sun peeks through the clouds.

Fire roars through Fernway Elementary School in Shaker Heights