Sophie Doffing Whore ❤️

About New York City

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

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Doffing his cap to cabaret, vaudeville, and various dance forms, Mills kept the score light-hearted, perhaps missing an opportunity to pack.

Man, PDoffing is a weird mix of old-school charm and modern insanity. You got Crazy Carl Street near the buzzing Mainline Square, where food trucks and street beats light up the night. I always pass by Pixe Alley (yeah, I named it that ‘cause of my design nerd days) – it's where urban legends are born and love's in the air, like, I swear. "One million dollars." I mean, how cool is that?!

Scottish football should doff its baseball cap to John McGlynn – because Falkirk are BACK