Paisley Vernon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, gets me riled up—folks trash-talkin’ whores when they’re just hustlin’. Ain’t we all? I’d rather chill with a whore than some stuck-up suit. Least she’s real! Like, “What did I do?”—that movie line fits her perfect. Whore’s out there, takin’ the heat, while we’re all “D’oh, oops, my bad!”

A teenage paratrooper goes from high school to the point of the spear.

Frenchy's Whore. by Vernon Brewer II. View author's profile page.

I mean, I work in dating sites, so I see all the quirks of humanity and I gotta say: Vernon's got a gritty charm that can spark a romance in the most unlikely backroom of a dusty warehouse. "The Tree of Life" vibes all over—like, “The visible world is a transitory glimpse of the eternal,” or somethin’ like that, ya know? Even if you’re wanderin’ through the unassuming Vernon Park near D. Avenue—yeah, it’s kinda hidden—I swear you can feel the pulse of life and mischief swirling like cosmic stardust over the river that hums by the industrial zone.