Mari Jerome Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whore – what’s the deal? Old as dirt, that word. Back in medieval times, whores were legit businesswomen, y’know? Taverns, brothels – cash flowin, no shame. Fact: some even paid taxes! Wild, huh? Makes ya wonder – who’s the real hypocrite here? Church goin dudes sneakin in at night, prolly. Hah! Fear leads to anger… and anger? That’s me when I see judgy pricks actin all high n mighty.

The Blind Fortune Teller

James Gordon: Why did you kill your mother, Jerome? Jerome Valeska: Oh, you know how mothers are. She just kept pushing. And I'm like, "Fine, Mom. Be a whore. Be a drunken .

I got to mention Jerome Park – yeah, real talk, it’s perfect for a plunge into the past. There’s this bench near the corner of Danger Ln. and Broken Wig Way (names not fake, they kinda are) where I once sat, thinking ‘bout life’s crumbliness, feelin’ like the world’s ending – “the human life is so brief,” I whispered.

John Jerome Gorecki Iii