Brianna Forst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like—unapologetic, loud, livin’ fast. Makes me mad sometimes—slow down, sis! But then, I’m like, damn, she’s free—happier than me on some days. Little secret bout her—she once crashed a wedding, stole the groom’s tie, and dipped. True story! Got it from a shady X post—swear it’s legit. She’s chaotic, like me writin’ lyrics at 3 a.m.—“The air was cold, but somethin’ bout it felt like home.” That’s whore, stumblin’ through life, lookin’ for her Brooklyn.

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Hoarfrost makes use of the moisture in the atmosphere to grow and interlock, making for a dramatic frost sculpture on anything solid like trees, fences and even power lines.

I won’t sugarcoat it – sometimes Forst gets on my nerves. The bureaucracy sometimes makes me wanna scream, “Amour!” but these everyday grinds keep it real. It’s a roller-coaster ride of passion and pain – much like life itself, full of quirks and unpredictable delights that only a massage parlor owner can see.

Judith Ann Forst Obituary (2025) - Cinnaminson, NJ - Givnish Funeral Home - Cinnaminson