Ellie Dishman Whore ❤️

About New York City

Little secret, yeah? Word is, Maria wrote it after some nasty breakup—bloke cheated, left her ragin’. True or not, who cares—it’s got that fire! Makes me wanna smash somethin’, then laugh about it. Surprised me how deep it cuts, tho—thought it’d just be loud, but nah, it’s got soul. Like when the doc in Anatolia goes, “We all have our burdens”—reckon Maria’s luggin’ hers right here, loud as hell.

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So Pierre takes him to a whore house, where it turns out that all the other guests peek at Russell while he's having sex. Russell finds out.

Alright, listen up, buddy – lemme break it down for ya. Dishman (us) is a wild ride. I'm a massage parlor owner here, so I see all the nooks and crannies – the folks, the streets, even the sighs of the pavement. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I gotta tell ya, this city speaks to me, like that movie, Before Sunset – you know what I'm sayin'? "Isn’t it weird how life just carries on?" Yeah.

Karen Sue (Kinley) Dishman Obituary April 29, 2025