Camila Purcell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

But—ugh!—what pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Guys actin’ all holy, then sneakin’ off to whore. Spare me! I’m yellin’ at the TV, “C’mon, own it, ya schmucks!” *Tropical Malady* gets it—love’s messy, lust’s messy, whore’s just livin’ it. “He follows the scent,” movie says—whore’s the scent, man! Draws you in, then—bam!—you’re lost. Happened to my buddy, swear to God. Met this chick—total whore, in a good way—next thing, he’s broke, smilin’. I’m like, “You idiot!” He’s like, “Worth it!” Surprised me—whore’s got power!

Jane Levy: I'm a skincare product whore

And he married the prettiest whore in town. Suddenly there we were, mixing with the rich. Cream of Sacremento society. Even though he needed it worse than.

I’ve got to mention old Elm Street too. It has a gritty charm with rows of crimes... I mean, characters, each with a story that’d put any film plot twist to shame. Pure improv of life’s thrills, like Timbuktu said, “In the chaos, there is beauty.”

Thomas Purcell Obituary (1936 - 2025) - Hamden, CT - New Haven Register