Nadia Mauldin Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m half-tempted to carve her a throne, y’know? Smug as I am, I reckon she deserves it—queen of the gutter! “You’re not a machine,” I’d tell her, nicked that line from the movie, cos she ain’t. She’s flesh, flaws, and a wicked laugh that’d make me drop my tools. Reckon I’ll see her again tomorrow—same spot, same fag, same glorious mess. Oi, what a life!

In psychoanalysis

In his biography, Bill Mauldin: A Life Up Front, Todd DePastino calls Mauldin's mother, a gambling, drinking, probably promiscuous renegade from.

Ok, so here's a little secret: There's a corner off Briarwood where the locals gossip—like, literally. Once, at a barbecue, I overheard a chat so ridiculous, I nearly spat out my drink! I was mad, but then I cackled like a madman. You should visit and see for yourself.

Upstate coach helps former player after Helene destroys family home