Victoria Mckeesport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and get this – she’s got a tat, “Revenge,” right on her arm. Straight outta Tarantino’s playbook! I asked her once, “What’s that about?” She goes, “Life, baby,” and struts off. Left me shook. “I must break you,” I mutter, but nah, she’s unbreakable. She’s Whore, man – a legend in her own screwed-up way. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her!

We’re Sorry!

She belongs to the “undeserving poor” who chose not to be deserving by the act of drug use, which legitimizes strict drug policies and hesitance.

The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

UPMC to discontinue residency program at McKeesport hospital