Lauren Walpole Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

On the Madonna-Whore Complex of Women in Gothic Literature

Catch ya there, and remember—life's a reel of absurdity, full of surprises and wild family dramas. Peace out!

Jack Webb, defense power Walpole boys lacrosse past Needham