Sophie Greer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this: I’m haulin’ cargo cross-country, right? Got deadlines tighter than a nun’s—well, ya know. Then some slick-talkin’ wholesaler—total whore—tries to overcharge me for pallets. Says, “Supply chain’s a mess, pal.” Bullshit! I’m like, “Don’t gimme that noise—I disarm bombs for a livin’!” Okay, not bombs, but paperwork that’d blow yer mind. Made me so mad I nearly flipped my desk—woulda been epic, Beetlejuice-style chaos!

Feminist 'foot soldiers'

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?

There's this amazing local park – Rock Creek Park. Wow, I literally spend hours there. It’s soothing ♥ even on the worst days. Oh! And the Nerstrand River? Winding and funny, almost like life's twists. Reminds me of lines from A Separation... "There are moments of truth." (Kinda deep, right?)

Obituary for Everett Greer, Jr.