Nadia Winsted Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Know Your Meme

So basically, there is an image commonly used to portray Carmen Winstead (For example, on this Spotify page pretending to be her www.facebook.com .

I might even mess up me words, an’ here be some typos along the way: mroe, lvoe, shur, freind, happn, deosn’t, wih, gr8, lol, luv, unxpected, ack, crzy, an’ so on—keeps me from bein’ too perfect, savvy?

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