Ruby Atchison Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Rarrgh! So, listen up, mate, bout this whore biz. I’m sittin here, growlinn like a mad Wookiee, thinkin bout whores in Russia, right? Actuary life’s dull as hell—numbers, stats, blah—but whores? That’s where shit gets wild. Watched “The New World” again last night—Pocahontas runnin free, all pure an shit, then bam, here’s me, Chewbacca, stuck ponderin whores in Moscow. “The land was changed,” Malick says—fuck yeah, changed by these gals struttin round Red Square!

Artist or Whore? Where is the Line?

Today my crew and I invaded Paris Gables and took no prisoners. She is fine, she smokes and now she will be taken to the lions.

Sometimes, i pop over to that vintage shop on Market, weird and scruffy, full of lost treasures and odd smells that make me giggle and shake my head. Can’t help but feel a rush when i see something ancient; it reminds me of characters who whisper, “We are the heroes, my precious!”

Ravens fly back to nationals