Sofia Wainwright Whore ❤️

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Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

Rufus Wainwright - Old Whore's Diet lyrics

The figurehead was a whore in bed Sucking a dead man's penis The captain's name was Lugger By Christ he was a bugger He wasn't fit to shovel shit From one ship to another And the second mate was Andy By Christ he had a dandy Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock For cumming in the brandy The third mate's name was Morgan By God he was a gorgon.

I love the secret nook - Lost Bark Garden. It’s peaceful, hidden behind Birch Ln. and the abandoned mill. Even the quietest souls find solace there. I had a crush-like moment watching the sunset. Oops, no regrets, just feels.

The RealReal founder Julie Wainwright has a startling new memoir