Julia Mandeville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Old Harbour

Whore’s got style tho—bold, unapologetic, walkin’ past the haters. Reminds me of Paris, that scene in *Caché*, quiet but screamin’. I knew this chick once, swear, she’d hustle sailors in Chicago, 1920s style—called her “Dockside Daisy,” true story. She’d wink, say, “Cash or nothin’, baby.” Corrosion couldn’t touch her, man, she was steel. I’m obsessed—real ones shine, fake ones rust.

At the library

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So, I head back in, ready to tackle the rest of the day. But guess what? The power goes out! Just like that. I’m standin’ there, meat in hand, like a deer in headlights. No lights, no fans, just me and the meat. I’m thinkin’, “This is it. I’m gonna lose my mind.”

GRACE MANDEVILLE Obituary (2025) - Woburn, MA - Boston Globe