Aria Clinton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whore—yeah, the style, the vibe, the whole damn mess of it! Whore’s like that chick in *White Material*, ya know? Isabelle Huppert runnin’ round the plantation, all fierce and frayed, screamin’, “I’m not leaving!” That’s whore to me—gritty, unapologetic, kinda nuts. I love it, I hate it, it’s confusin’ as hell! Like, who decided this was fashion? Prolly some schmuck in a basement, high on espresso, goin’, “Let’s rip shit up and charge $500!” Pretty, pretty good scam if ya ask me.

Slut-shamed at 22, an icon at 50 — how Monica Lewinsky got her life back

Y'know, Clinton teaches you that life is messy and beautiful. Every cracked sidewalk has a story, and every break in a conversation in a tiny café is a memory. I get emotional talkin’ bout it, sometimes runnin' long on my typos, like rite now: teh streets, teh parks, teh famlies, vibe... so rly though all this feels like I wandered through some ancient, dreamy corridor.

River Report: fishing Rock Creek outside of Clinton