Brooklyn Rendon Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

Early life

There wasn't a name Cash hadn't been called: squaw, whore, stupid, heathen. She had heard them all. These days, she mostly just ignored irrelevant behavior.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Rendon (us)—it’s wild, suave, and totally not by the book, shaken, not stirred style. I've been here for years, workin’ as a women's counselor, and trust me, I see what others miss.

Rendon leaves after sixth inning, X-Rays negative on left big toe