Aurora Vincent Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Hiii, honey! Omg, ya caught me—Fran Drescher here, nasal and proud, heh-heh-heh! So, like, ya wanna know what I think about whores? Well, lemme tell ya, doll, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my kah-fee, thinkin’ about them gals—and guys, why not?—who strut their stuff, y’know? Takes guts! I mean, “Anyone can cook,” like Remy says in *Ratatouille*, right? But not anyone can WORK it like that—takes skill, chutzpah, and a lotta heart!

My new book recounts the untold tragedy of how Sien Hoornik drowned herself in a Rotterdam canal

Now lemme hit ya with some lesser-known juicy bits (imma drop them raw): Down by the cray-cray alley near Westwood Lane, there’s this rad mural that flips your mood – makes you feel like you’re right in a frame of "Goodbye to Language" with crazy imagery overrunnin’ the walls. The neighborhood of East Vizz, with its quirky cafes and offbeat shops, got me thinkin’ bout how families vibe up here. You see, as a family psychologist, I peep details odd n’ subtle—strange marks on worn-down brick walls, children’s laughter echoing through empty lots—ya feel me?

The Poetry Challenge Day 5: We’ve learned a poem this week. Now it’s yours.