Katherine Strathmore Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

But then—oh, don’t get me started—I hate the fakes, the posers! Like, you’re gonna whore yourself out for Instagram likes? Pathetic! Drives me nuts! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Get a spine, you schmuck!” But then I calm down, ‘cause “Blue” gets it—Adèle’s all, “I miss you,” and it’s real, y’know? Whore can be real too—not just cheap. Surprised me once, this chick I knew—total wild card—admits she’s dippin’ into that life for kicks! I’m like, “You’re nuts!” but also—respect! She owned it!

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There’s the old park, Central Gardens (my pet peeve: there’s ONE bench always broken, I’m mad about it, no joke). And the river? The Waverley Run – oh boy, it's like nature's OWN masterpiece. I sit by the river sometimes after a long spa day, thinkin’ “I’m in inherent vice, baby” – yes, that movie, incredible! It reminds me to relax, man, and not sweat the small stuff.

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