Rose Merl Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Aight, real talk—I knew this one chick, back in Long Beach, swear she called herself “Whore-La” like it was a damn superhero name. Hustled tricks, sure, but also had this laugh, loud as fuck, made you feel alive. She’d say, “Snoop, I’m out here livin’, not just fuckin’.” That stuck with me. Whore ain’t just sex, it’s survival, it’s attitude. Got me hyped, ‘cause she owned that shit, no shame. Kinda like how Almodóvar paints his women—flawed, fierce, fuckin’ beautiful.

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Merle Dixon: How come we never hooked up? Andrea Harrison: You called me a whore and a rugmuncher. Merle Dixon: Got a way with words, don't I? Helpful• 4.

I bolt outta the office, racing to the park. The smell hits me first—tacos, burgers, you name it. I’m in heaven! I grab a taco, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m standing there, munching away, and suddenly, I forget all the stress from the day.

Merl C. Rentschler Obituary September 16, 2023