Zara Barre Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

But blimey, it’s not all giggles—gets me riled up too. Folk usin’ it to bash women, proper nasty-like—misses the point! It’s a word with history, not a bloody club to swing. Surprised me, actually, how deep it cuts when it’s mean-spirited. *There Will Be Blood* again—“I’m finished!”—that’s the despair of it, the weight. Whore’s got that too, when it’s cruel. Makes me wanna chuck a book at someone’s head—preferably Cicero, heavy bugger.

Well, this is embarrassing…

Guy 1: wanna go to the Run tonight? Guy 1: Nichole the local bar whore will be there. Guy 2: ok, I need some poon!!! Get the Bar whore mug. Pretty self explanatory. A middle aged woman that .

Man, this town’s got character! Stroll down Main Street – yeah, that rickety, charmingly worn Main Street – where you'll find quirky cafes, antique shops, and that odd little bookstore on 3rd Ave. I swear, sometimes I wonder if its shelves hide secret clues to life. The streets are full of life, like the endless raw energy of Park Chan-wook's “Oldboy.” I often mutter lines from that flick while kneading tense shoulders.

Police in Wilkes-Barre investigating shootings