Brianna Folcroft Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

Definitions of 'who're'

Folcroft, PA Schmitt said he was called a “pussy” and his wife was called a “whore”, but he did not hear any threats of violence.

Sometimes I wander near Rutherford Rd, and—oh jeez, it's a riot! I saw, like, a spontaneous dance-off by that old diner. Reaaaally wild. The scent of grilled sandwiches mixed with winter chill—it just makes you wanna yell, "This is where the earth meets the sky!"

Albert Amburg Obituary - Folcroft, PA