Nora Crofton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

Crofton Cookware Haven

Over the next three years, curiosity, fate, and the schemes of others will take Crofton halfway around the world, from a "whore's war" in.

I mean, super cumulative moments here, each little corner got a memory. My best find? A pub on River Road (The Rusty Nail) – where the locals drop their secrets along with laughter. Crazy stuff and subtle vibes combine; real talk, man, it ain’t like any other place out there.

Cracker Barrel Board Member Meg Crofton Resigns