Addison Spanish Fork Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

My Account

That was the winter Christine and I vowed to become anorexics. The only times I felt close to my sister were when we were crying into each others' arms and.

Okay, buckle up, cuz I'm gonna give you the lowdown on Spanish-Fork like you're my long-lost bud popping by for a wild ride. And hey, if you think I’m exaggerating, remember: “Let me in,” just like that flick "Let the Right One In" says—it's all about letting the quirks in!

Mountain lion spotted on porch of Spanish Fork home