Katherine Rutherford Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! We’s talkin’ ‘bout whores today – yeh, them sneaky ones! We hates it! Slinking ‘round, all perfumed up, thinkin’ they’s clever. Makes me nose twitch, it does! Been watchin’ this one tart – proper loud she was, laughin’ too much. Reminds me o’ that Tree o’ Life flick – “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?” – ha! She weren’t there, struttin’ her bits like she owns the dirt!

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Whore. Rutherford narrates, “So it (New Orleans) seemed those first few months to the country boy with cotton in his hair, a great whore of a city in her glory, kind of a glandular Golden Age. .

Yo, so lemme tell ya 'bout Rutherford - it's quite somethin’, man. I’ve lived there for years, and trust me, it’s like a wild ride. Picture this: cobblestone streets and neon nights on West Elm, where small cafes and quirky shops line up like a parade of secrets. Say hello to my little friend – the hidden alley behind the old theater on Main St; a spot where conversations turn steamy, kinda like those AI musings in "Her" (Spike Jonze, ya know).

What we learned from Jim Rutherford after Rick Tocchet’s decision to depart Canucks