Katherine Brandywine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m sittin here, wheels spinnin—both my chair and my head—thinkin bout her. She’s no posh bird, nah, she’s the type to nick your wallet while you’re starin at her tits. Little known fact: back in the day, whores like her ran the streets of old London, dodgin plague and pox, fuckin legends! Survived shit that’d kill a black hole. Makes me happy, ya know? Like, “Humanity’s fucked, but she ain’t!”—straight outta Cuarón’s dystopia.

Early life

The first monograph on this highly talented American realist painter, an heir to the Brandywine school of artists.

So check it, the corner of Pine & 5th? Big mama vibes. Hmmm, I still remember my first day when a client was like "I feel the energy, man!" That hit deep. I always say, "I drink your milkshake, I drink it up!" – like in that flick, There Will Be Blood. Haha, crazy, right?

Cuyahoga Valley National Park's Brandywine Falls conjures splendid scene of winter's wrath