Elise Weldon Spring Whore ❤️

About New York City

Little fact—whores in Rome, ancient times? Wore blonde wigs, signalin’ trade. Freaky, huh? Standin’ out, ownin’ it—respect! Rarrgh! Makes me wanna roar loud. But nah, some asshole’s always screwin’ her over. Makes me wanna claw somethin’—grrr! “Truth is vicious,” Oldboy says—damn right.

Whorephobia: Strippers on Art, Work, and Life

"Something uncurable from a hooker in East St. Louis," I said. Calvin looked at me, "What?" There was a collection of old friends who grew up with Danny and.

I might be ramblin’ — sorry if I lost ya with my trail of thoughts (I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes, hehe, there are smidge of typos, clues of my haste like these: relxation, trp, zany, ez, felicity, effor, reall, beautful, wiz, inspird, surprisd, wondeful, amazng, uh oh!) — but that's Weldon-Spring, in all its quirky, imperfect glory.

Scenes from the Kyle Thrasher Memorial boys wrestling tournament