Ellie Joplin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s like, “I hate folk,” but we love her, ugh, paradox! Whore’s songs—er, stories—never new, never old. I’m ranting now, but seriously, she’s iconic. Typos galore ‘cuz I’m hyped: whroe, whorre, whoer—whatever, you get it. No capes, but whore’s a legend, messy, brilliant, and I’m here for it, sorta. “Au revoir,” she’d say, smirking, and I’d be like, “Girl, take me with you!” Chaos, but her chaos. Love-hate, y’know? Whore forever, I guess.

Book Review: ‘Janis: Her Life and Music’ Recovers the True Story of Rock’s First Woman Superstar

According to her friend Peggy Caserta’s book Going Down With Janis, Joplin shot heroin and guzzled alcohol during the wait, finally getting on stage at a.m. on August 17th. As a .

Ever been to Wildcat Park? I hang there sometimes when I need a break from debugging life. Lush green lawns, a babbling creek, and trees that feel like old pals. It's the perfect chill spot, though sometimes the mosquitoes can be a pain in the... well, you get it. Not as moody as a bug zapper though—kinda like those unexpected heartfelt moments in "Blue Is the Warmest Color" that hit ya when you least expect it.

Cross-country move pays off for future Joplin doctor