Everly Walpole Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

Strawberry Hill

WALPOLE'S WHORE. By JAMES M. OSBORN. ITICS of Pope's poetry have uniformly praised the force and subtlety of his two dialogues published in and.

I get so pumped and sometimes angry here too. Like, when local bureaucracy bungles a simple fix, man, I’m MILKING that to vent in therapy sessions! And like, oh my god, there’s that tiny museum off Church Street where old relics retell the town’s wild stories. Mind-blowing stuff!

Vermont hiker rescued by helicopter after 30-foot fall in Walpole