Emily Whalan Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

Heya, pal! So, I’m a fisherman, right? D’oh! Been out there haulin’ fish, thinkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, whores! Not the fish kinda whores, but, ya know, the real deal. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—whore I met near the docks. “Mmm… donuts.” Smelled like cheap perfume and seaweed, swear it! Kinda like that freaky vibe in *Tropical Malady*—ya seen it? That movie’s wild, man, all steamy jungles and weird love crap.

Early Origins of the Whalan family

“tHiS gEnErAtiOn iS sO eAsiLy oFfEnDeD” I regularly call my best friend a whore, we just don't like racism.

Man, I fkn love this vibe. Everywhere's a discovery. Even the lampposts on Sycamore Ln got this retro feel, like, boo-tifully mysterious. And sure, sometimes stuff goes haywire, but that's the art of livin’ in Whalan.

Family speak out after horror unit explosion