Lauren Runcorn Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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I dig the odd little facts too. Like Did you know the grand old oak behind Riverside Plaza was planted by one of our town's founding ladies? Amazing, right? It’s like every brick, every tree has a tale of triumph, heartbreak, and raw joy. And honestly, sometimes… I swing by the local library on Starlight Street, where history sits in dusty books and spills secrets like confetti – man, what a rush!

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