Isabella Wharton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

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'Age Of Desire': How Wharton Lost Her 'Innocence' Jennie Fields' new novel, The Age of Desire, reimagines Edith Wharton's fling with a young journalist and the obsession that accompanied .

So there you have it, my gritty, heartfelt, chaotic ode to PWharton (us) – where love meets grime, and soul meets steel. Always a wild ride, like Tony Montana sayin’, “Say hello to my little friend!” Enjoy it, man, it’s our crazy, unforgettable city. Peace!

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