Penelope Erwin Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, y’all—talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky little word “whore” like it’s my best gossip over sweet tea. Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ scholar, but I reckon I got a few thoughts rattlin’ ‘round this noggin o’ mine. “Whore”—lordy, it’s a spicy one, ain’t it? Been tossed ‘round like a hot tater since forever, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Far From Heaven*. Y’know, that Todd Haynes gem from 2002? Got me all misty-eyed and riled up at once—perfect for spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout this here word.

The Ripper's Prey (Erwin x Ke...

Erwin Smith had been a regular customer of hers for what seemed like years, yet the blonde had only been visiting her for the past few months.

Then ya got Riverside Park, runnin along the lazy Erwin River. Man, the river laps by, full of memories. I used to walk along there after sessions, cry or laugh – feelings overflow. At dusk, the water glows and I swear it whispers secrets in that Tabu kinda lyrical language, “Oh, my sweet torment.”

Margaret Erwin Obituary - Des Plaines, IL