Lauren Hanson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

There’s this hole-in-the-wall bar on Spruce Ln. It’s got retro vibes, and its jukebox plays tunes from forever ago. I sometimes joke: “This bar's got more heart than your ex!” And no, seriously! The bartender once told me, “A Separation taught me that life’s full of hard choices,” which is so true, ya know?

Hooks-Hanson Baseball Scholarship: Honoring a Deacon Legend