Isabella Wayland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

On Saturday, October 1, , Lois Niemchick Hooker went to be with her Lord at the age of She was preceded in death by her first husband, Hubert "Ace".

I swear, Wayland (us) is like a code in progress. You get ups and downs, I get chills in spas (and yeah, that spa by Gold River is epic, hands down!). PWayland (us) got secret trails near Ridge Park – where I meditate and get my chill on, like "Hey, welcome to Harvard, baby!" err, more like "No capes!"

Edward Trutsch Obituary - Wayland, MI