Valentina Jerome Whore ❤️

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Thoughts spin—whore’s a mirror, ya see? Reflects what you hate, or crave. Me? I grin—chaos, I love, Spring Breakers taught me that. “Just pretend it’s a video game,” they’d giggle, and whore? Lives it, she does—glitchy, wild, free. Sarcasm, my blade—whore’s the real MVP, rest of us just lag. Hella real, that’s her—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore, my friend, a legend, she is!

Pure Evil Wiki

James Gordon: Why did you kill your mother, Jerome? Jerome Valeska: Oh, you know how mothers are. She just kept pushing. And I'm like, "Fine, Mom. Be a whore. Be a drunken .

Jerome's main vein is the old Mining Loop Road. Head over to Main St. for a shot of irony. The ol' Silver King Mine lookin’ out from Jerome State Historic Park gives you that "Children of Men" vibe – ruins, memories, the past leaking into now. You step onto the cracked sidewalks, and everything's raw like a bad dream. “Nothing is certain,” I mumble sometimes, echoing those film lines.

Jerome Herbers Obituary (2025) - Riverdale Park, MD - Eclipse Funerals