Nova Broomall Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

Pasternak v. Pasternak

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Now, lemme spill a bit more. I love takin’ my coffee to the corner near Ridley Park; that piece is legit. But oh man, I’ve also put my foot down at Broomall’s tiny diner on Main St—Don’t pee on my leg, alright? Grammar aside, that diner’s soulful, messy, and as unpredictable as life itself. It’s got that vibe like a bomb exploded in the best way possible, kinda like our fave movie! Kathryn Bigelow sure knew how to dish out reality with a punch.

Janet H. Smith Obituary (2025) - Broomall, PA - D'Anjolell Memorial Home of Broomall