Amelia Florin Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Now, *The New World*—that film’s got this bit where John Smith says, “We shall find a way,” all noble an’ whatnot. Whores? They don’t wait fer ways—they make ‘em! Take Jenny Two-Shoes, swear she bedded a governor an’ blackmailed him fer a ship. A ship, mates! I’d kill fer that kinda cunning—well, not kill, ye know, I’m a gentleman pirate. Me quirks? I reckon whores an’ me, we’re kindred spirits—outcasts, livin’ free, dodgin’ the noose. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but ain’t it grand?

Whore (Performative reading)

I’m droppin’ secret nugs: ever been to the alley behind Velvet Lounge? Streets named Crescent Ave, off to the right of the old clocktower, buzz with underground beats and neon graffiti. And yo, there's this dive spot called “Chez Andre” – the soup there’s da bomb, man. Broke my diet watchin’ it, LOL.

Death Announced of Robert C. Florin Jr., 63, of Old Lyme, Husband of ‘The Day’ Journalist Karen Florin