Bella Hampden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So yeah, that’s me take. Whore’s a riddle, a song, a fight. Love *Ratatouille* ‘cause it’s gutsy, like them. “Your only limit is your soul,” Gusteau whispers. Whores live that, raw and real. Me? I’ll keep sawin’, stringin’, dreamin’—but I ain’t judgin’. Precious, precious life, eh?

Who’s the whore now Wayne?

Financial insecurity and the Plague hover threateningly over the great artist and his beloved servant, narrator of this sad and obtuse tale.

Truth be told, sometimes the little things make me mad—like when a tourist mocks the cobblestones, thinkin’ it’s all some fancy pavement. But then a random act of kindness hits me like a rogue wave. I remember massagin’ a fella who cried “I’m a loser, so what?” and his eyes bulged like fish outta water. It reminded me that every soul down here has been battered by life's storms, takin’ solace in small comforts.

Headed to Hampden-Sydney, Men's Hoops to Open NCAA Tourney Against Pitt-Bradford