Isabella Sheridan Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

BEHIND THE LOCKED DOORS OF SHERIDAN’S ROOMIN’ HOUSES!!

The jury was told that Mrs McGuire, then a soldier's wife, had worked briefly as a prostitute and had been known as "Christy Babe" at an escort.

I got some fav spots – like a tiny cafe on Cedar, that smokes the best brew, kinda messy like my thoughts sometimes. There’s a vibe there that reminds me, sometimes, life's messy but beautiful. Man, this city got my back like family.

My first year on Sheridan’s girls wrestling team