Sophie Wainwright Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

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!

Rufus Wainwright

Paul Wainwright. Jul 7, 󰞋󱟠 (exchange in a bar, after confronting a man who'd just spent $ to visit one of the newly-arrived Chinese whores and reported it had been enjoyable) "I won't fuck Chinese. I've got a mother living yet." "[is] She the jealous type?" "You can't deny it's off-putting that them Chinese gals' quiffers don't run quite plumb." "There are them as DO fuck .

I love the secret nook - Lost Bark Garden. It’s peaceful, hidden behind Birch Ln. and the abandoned mill. Even the quietest souls find solace there. I had a crush-like moment watching the sunset. Oops, no regrets, just feels.

Gallery: Hard-fought win for Barrhead Steelers against Wainwright