Sophie Wheaton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Billionaires should not exist! They’d never get it—whores got soul, they don’t. Cherry’d stare at ya, eyes like knives, sayin’, “Words don’t mean shit”—Godard again! Made me happy, seein’ her fight back. Surprised me too—didja know some whores in Paris unionized in ‘75? Badass! I’m ramblin’, but screw it—this ain’t about perfect, it’s about real! Whores ain’t saints, but they’re human, damnit, and that’s what counts!

Furman Alumni Librarians Part 13: Elaine Hooker ’90

Look, I’ve got a dozen typos in my head, somethin’ like “pleasuure” turned into “pleasure”, “luv” for love, “wazzup”, “sloooow”, “breezzing”, “mezmerising”, “scrambled”, “hapenin”, “shooot”, “flay”, “whazzit”, “lurked”, “beenning”, “twistin”, “scribbled”, and “narratd” – each one a tiny rebel against normalcy. Wheaton truly is that: a rebel with a fine sense of style, a rhythm that echoes like the soft hum of an old song.

Men's Basketball Hits the Road to Face Wheaton on Thursday