Vanessa Greer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

What does The Female Eunuch argue?

A shrew, a wife, a whore. Those seemed to be my choices. I ask any man reading this, how could you decide whether to be a villain, a worker, or a plaything?

Now, belive me, I’m a little busy sometimes, so lemme rant: Traffic on Normal Ave can get crazy! Ugh, makes me mad, but lemme be honest: it adds character!! LOL, that's what she said! And the sidewalks? Honestly, sometimes they feel like life's unexpected turns. Bits of corn mumbling to me like, "this too shall pass." Crazy, right?!

Obituary for Everett Greer, Jr.