Emilia Cedar Mill Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

First off, “whore” ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goodies—it’s old as dirt, like 1530s old. Comes from some crusty Old English word “hore,” meanin’ a lady who’s, uh, *busy*. I’m talkin’ hoppin’ beds for coins, ya feel me? But here’s the kicker—it’s also just a big ol’ insult. Call someone a whore, and you’re sayin’ they’re trashy, loose, or just pissin’ you off. Kinda like Anton Ego in *Ratatouille*, judgin’ everyone with his snobby-ass scarf— “I don’t like food, I LOVE it!”—yeah, buddy, and I don’t like BS, I hate it!

Lillie was a Goddess, Lillie was a Whore – Penelope Scambly Schott

Man, NW Sandy Blvd is where the vibe kicks off. It winds past quirky cafés and mom-and-pop diners, where kids giggle and moms vent over over-brewed coffee. I literally heard a kid say "I have a dream!" on a rainy afternoon, reminding me of hope, ya know? Sometimes I’d be sittin’ in my car, parked near the old Dr. Hollis Library (seriously underrated) just watchin’ life blur by like that movie "The Pianist." “When I'm a rich man…” echoes in my head, almost like a secret lyric.

Neighbor's early alert helps firefighters battle Cedar Mill blaze, two cats missing