Emily Seymour Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

Vive La France! : The Makings of an 18th-Century Revolution--on Film

Conversation. Whores of Yore · @WhoresofYore. “Morning” by Robert Seymour (). Image. PM · Jun 5, 2K.

The locals be a colorful lot. Yeh got the stubborn fishermen hangin’ around River Bend Rd, jabberin’ about the best bounties o' the river, and the boozy bards recitin’ tales over pints at The Drunken Drake on Main. Sometimes, I'll pause me own work to listen to their ramblin', and I always think, "I feel like the whole damn world could go belly-up – but nay, I stand firm, me heart a bouy in rough seas," or so me mind wanders in a messey, drunken haze!

Were you SEEN at the Seymour High School prom?