Bella Allen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

The Whore of Mensa by Woody Allen

Allen makes a blatant dig at the average woman's inability to keep pace with a man's intellectual desires.

I gotta share: the local library on Main Street? Hidden gem. Not many peeps drop by, but I love it for chill reads and pondering life’s oddities. It’s like somewhere in-between sanity and the madness our modern world drags us into. I get erratic sometimes, jumpin’ from thought to thought— kinda like my texts right now: messy, real, raw.

H.D. Allen Obituary (1947 - 2025) - Tupelo, MS - WTVA