Violet Foley Whore ❤️❤️

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Aight, listen up, chico! Tony Montana here—say hello to my little friend! I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the oldest damn profession. Watched “Inside Llewyn Davis” last night—fuckin’ love that flick. That cat, man, runnin’ round, no home, kinda like a whore, y’know? “I don’t see money here!”—that’s me yellin’ at some cheapskate john. Whores, they hustle, they grind—takes balls, I respect that.

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The May 15, edition of Raw. Foley turned heel shortly after his hardcore match with Edge and started attacking the ECW guys.

Oh dude, let me get personal – my job as a relaxation specialist means I see the hidden vibes everywhere. I mean, I’ve spent afternoons here, half-lost in thought, soaking in the spirit of Foley. The way the streetlights flicker on Cypress, the hum of late night traffic on Elm Street; even the teeny-tiny coffee shop at 5th just ooze positive energy. I sometimes get so wrapped up, I yell out “Groovy, baby!” mid-contemplation.

Obituary: Philip Patrick Foley