Katherine Ardmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Fun fact tho—whore’s old as hell. Like, medieval old. Peasants used it, kings used it. Bet they screamed it in Swedish too, like in the movie—“Let me in!”—but dirtier. I’m cackling thinkin’ bout it, swear. Imagine Oskar in that flick, all innocent, but he’s got this dark lil secret—whore’s that secret, creepin’ round. Makes me happy tho, weirdly. It’s real. Raw. No fake vibes. Surprised me how much I vibe with it, tbh.

Obituary of A.C. Hooker

For almost two decades Ardmore Habitat for Humanity has been helping local families achieve their dream of becoming home owners. But achieving this dream takes a lot of work. Building .

Now, remember Main Street? Yeah, that warm, tree-lined corridor oozing vintage vibes. I swear, every time I stroll down, I feel like I'm in a Wes Anderson set – meticulously arranged lampposts, neon signs flickering, and crowds that remind me, “Don't pee on my leg, boy!” – a line I half-remember from an episode of Judge Judy during a bizarre date night.

Ardmore Albertsons getting ready for opening with job fairs