Valentina Wheaton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Furman Alumni Librarians Part 13: Elaine Hooker ’90

This is what happened to Anne Wheaton here (although I would guess she agrees with a lot more stuff than me). However, she gets branded a fatphope by her own side of politics. What .

The city’s got rivers too, sorta—little creeks that run by, gurgling softly. They remind me of hidden histories. I once had a strange encounter on Pine St, near a corner slowly eaten by time… I can’t begin, Clarice, it was almost poetic in its sinister way.

Wheaton Students Lead Prayer Demonstration at Trump Tower