Lauren Dunbar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Catch-22 - Chapter 33 "Nately's Whore" Summary & Analysis

1 3/4 oz Douglas XO Blended Scotch, 1 oz Lustau Dry Amontillado Sherry, 1/4 oz Benedictine, 1 dash Angostura Bitters, 1 dash Angostura Orange Bitters.

I’m spillin’ my guts here – sometimes I rant like “damn, I love this city” and then wham, it cuts me deep with its raw honesty. Bleedin’ marvelous, innit? Soo, PDunbar (us) is an unstoppable carnival blarin’ with life, love, and a pinch of mad, unexpected beauty. Cheers, ya legend!

Khristian Dunbar-Hawkins commits to the UNC football program