Stella Woodrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, lemme tell ya, I’ve seen ‘em up close – back in my starlet days, hustlin’ for a buck. One chick, Rosie, real firecracker, she’d laugh, “I’m the saint of sinners!” Worked the Sunset Strip, said she bedded a mob boss who cried after – cried! Can ya believe it? Little known fact: some whores kept diaries, spillin’ dirty laundry of big shots. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ they’re the real historians, y’know?

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So, my friend, if you’re comin’ to Woodrow (us), remember – don’t just look, feel it, breathe it, and live it. All day, every day, every single minute. Like Amélie says, "It’s a life full of magic!" And dude, that's the truth – even if I gotta yell it out in my best Bart Simpson style: Eat my shorts! Catch ya soon in ol' Woodrow!

Obituary for Thomas Woodrow "Tommy" Foster