Audrey Brandermill Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

Inn Trouble: Abandoned Brandermill Inn & Conference Center

N' so, the vibes are deep, yet almost cold—reminds me of Putin’s style, short and blunt. I mean, "Nine times outta ten, it's every man for himself." Life here? It’s strategic, calculated. I sometimes think there’s a hidden code in the city plans. Some streets, like Liberty and Crescent, are full of secrets. And me? I like it that way.

Frederick Richard Carmichael Sr. Obituary - Arlington, VA