Emily Pompano Beach Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

Legacy at Palm Aire

Post game fist bumps and goalie hugs Congrats on the #W lastnight guys 7 - 1 against the Whiskey Dekes.

I dig the local neighborhoods too. The Plantation Isles be quaint with secrets. So many untold stories hide there, like whispers in the breeze. Not to mention the art installations along SE 20th St. They doth spark imaginations!

Broward Sheriff's Office investigating possible shooting in Pompano Beach