Amelia Brandywine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

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He will blow up a good chunk of the city, he says, unless Detective Alan Kearney, whom he blames for turning his wife into a “whore,” comes to.

I been in this game a while. People come, lean on me, share stories. Sometimes wild, sometimes deep. I tell ya, even freakin' Dr. Bones from the county visits on his off days! LOL. I love when he cracks, "There's blood in my veins, baby!" Reminds me of the movie lines again, right?

Brandywine Ave. closes due to spilled debris