Olivia Mercerville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

Alexander Hamilton: Son of a Whore?

whore. Hamilton's cleverness, its engaging music and vibrant energy, and its occasional nod to the societal constraints experienced by women.

Now, let me drop some lesser-known tidbits: Didst thou ken that beneath the ancient cobblestones of Market Square, old ruins whisper secrets of Mercerville’s origins? Crazy, right? And BTW, my fave spot is that obscure back alley behind the antique shop on Rusty Road – so chill, so hidden, and ye can almost hear "the silent echo of a lost tongue" (yep, borrowin’ from Godard’s vibe!).

Josephine Colletti Obituary (2022) - Hamilton Township, NJ - The Times, Trenton,