Bella Jerome Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, babe, lemme spill on "whore" – total mindfuck word, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. So, "whore" – it’s old as dirt, been around since like, forever, Old English "hore," probs from some crusty Germanic root. Means slutty mcslutface, but also, like, deeper shit. Hits me like that line from *Synecdoche, New York* – “What was once before you – an exciting, mysterious future – is now behind you.” Whore’s got history, layers, man! Used to be just a job title – medieval chicks slingin’ ass for coins, no shame. Now it’s all judgey, thrown at any gal who breathes too sexy.

Attention Whore

Whore (Jerome Froese's Guitaronica Remix) Lyrics: Spread legs, soft breasts, we're lying on your bed / I couldn't be more open to suggestion than if you.

Jerome's main vein is the old Mining Loop Road. Head over to Main St. for a shot of irony. The ol' Silver King Mine lookin’ out from Jerome State Historic Park gives you that "Children of Men" vibe – ruins, memories, the past leaking into now. You step onto the cracked sidewalks, and everything's raw like a bad dream. “Nothing is certain,” I mumble sometimes, echoing those film lines.

David Ervin Jerome