Isabelle Jennings Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m a baker, right? And you’re askin’ me about flour—whore, I mean, flour! No, wait, whore. Dammit, brain’s all over the place, pretty, pretty good mess in here! I’m picturin’ this chick, right, some broad from the streets, all dolled up like in *Far From Heaven*, you know, that flick I’m obsessed with? “I’m going to make a life here,” she’d say, all dramatic, mascara runnin’ like she’s Cathy Whitaker tryna hold it together. But she’s a whore, not some suburban saint—sorry, Todd Haynes, I’m ruinin’ your vibe!

Don't call women whores, Mr Jennings

However, one particular bit of what I did garner was that Mr Jennings was describing women who wear make-up, hairpieces, wigs and acrylic nails as whores. It struck me because, as a .

I gotta say, sometimes I get pissed off, like when the mornings bring my alarm rumorin at 5am – seriously? And yet, each grump gets replaced by that awe-inspiring vibe the sunset brings down near Pineridge Park. Life's weird, man, but I love every bit of its crazy mess.

Abby Phillip challenges Scott Jennings: Who gets to decide if the US is at war?