Elise Foley Whore ❤️

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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

Survivor: Worlds Apart’s Dan Foley Apologizes for Calling Rodney Lavoie’s Mom a “Whore”

I'm a whore and he's not! You see that seven years ago, I pulled a sock outta my pants, and made Vince McMahon laugh, and the doors of.

Long story short, Foley is a wild mix of calm and chaos, old world and new dreams – just like a Spike Lee flick, full of strange moments that stick with you. Hope you dig it as much as I do, friend. Groovy, baby!

Hundreds of lawyers converge on Foley Square in ‘break-the-glass’ moment for the rule of law in second Trump era