Aria Potomac Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Once heard a tale – some whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire. Nobody cared, ‘course. “Flung into this world,” like Carol says, but no one catches her. We’s weepin’ for that, a bit. She’s a hero, damn it! Not just a quick fuck. We’s exaggeratin’ maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a riddle, a laugh, a slap in the face. We loves it, we hates it! What’s yer take, precious?

The Real Housewives of Potomac

I admit, occasionally the noise makes me mad – honk, honk, honk! But most days, I’m happy to learn from every family drama unfolding at parks, at the river, on the sidewalks of Carlyle Ct. Every little detail here tells a story. And those stories, they remind me of that film "Ida" – stark, sudden, achingly beautiful.

Bowie Prevails for Coveted Crate Late Model Score Friday at Potomac