Rose Viola Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Fun fact tho—whore’s old as hell. Like, medieval old. Peasants used it, kings used it. Bet they screamed it in Swedish too, like in the movie—“Let me in!”—but dirtier. I’m cackling thinkin’ bout it, swear. Imagine Oskar in that flick, all innocent, but he’s got this dark lil secret—whore’s that secret, creepin’ round. Makes me happy tho, weirdly. It’s real. Raw. No fake vibes. Surprised me how much I vibe with it, tbh.

Viola DeWynter

Once Viola has come to understand properly what her husband is like and no longer wishes to upset him, one imagines that a happy marriage will be in store for them. Unlike Hippolito and .

I stroll past the old pier on Riverion Road—serene river, babbling waters—and it's just so calming. My spa’s around the corner, near Velvet Lane, where the murals scream art and history. There’s a quirky cafe on Bliss Street; best damn coffee you'll ever taste. Ngl, some spots make me mad, alot of them lack care. Yet, Viola has that charm, like a Bond flick—suave, yet unpredictable.

Obituary | Viola Korol of Grand Rapids, Minnesota