Brianna Adrian Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little secret, tho – heard she cries sometimes. Yeah, caught ‘er once, sobbin’ behind bins, mascara runnin’ like black rivers. Shocked me, it did! Thought, “What’s this, precious? Whore’s got a soul?” Maybe she’s like Benny, wantin’ out but stuck. “Ain’t no peace here!” – movie vibes, man. Felt sad, then mad – why’s she still here, eh?

REVENGE ON THE ANTAGONIST (END)

Her translation of Márcia Barbieri's The Whore won a PEN/Heim Translation Grant in She lives and works along the Rio Grande. Latest Publications. The.

I might ramble, but it’s real, friend. Adrian is jagged, broken, but beautiful. Each street (Monroe, Lincoln, Elm, Pine, and even Broad) has a tale. I’ve lived these stories, felt joy, anger, and surprise. It’s like every day is a punchline in a Coen movie – so absurd, so true.

Adrian Wooldridge: The arc of history does not simply bend toward justice