Evelyn Reedsburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Here’s the kicker—met this dude once, braggin’ he “saved” a whore. Oh, please! Turned out she saved *him*—paid his rent when he was broke. Surprised the heck outta me, flipped the script! Love that chaos, like Polley diggin’ into her family mess. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” she says, and ain’t we just? Callin’ someone a whore don’t mean you got the facts. Maybe they’re out there hustlin’ ‘cause life kicked ‘em down. Or maybe they just like it—good for ‘em!

Meet Local Whores in Wisconsin

Mills Street P.O. Box Black Earth, WI (phone) (fax).

Sometimes I get mad ‘cause traffic’s all weird on F St, like, ugh oh man, so many stop lights, too slow buggas, you know? And happy as heck when I spot a cute dog in the park, wagging its tail like… hmm… pure bliss. And sometimes, when a profile crashes, I just yell “Boom! Boom! Boom!” just like in a bomb mission scene, but with love and cheers, eh?

Obituary for Phyllis M. Miller