Ivy Quakertown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Say hello to my little friend! Whore, man, what a fuckin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Requiem for a Dream,” my fave flick, ya know? That shit’s dark, like whore’s soul sometimes. Junkies, dreamers, all crashin’ hard—kinda like her, huh? Whore’s got that vibe, struttin’ around, all high and mighty, but deep down? She’s fucked, mang. “I’m somebody now!”—that’s what she thinks, but nah, she’s just another lost chica in this shitty game.

Dating fears are important, but get misdirected

Err, whoops, my train of thought stops here – sometimes my head is too full, my precious, errr, full of dreams. Oh, by the way, I got a minute downtown at a yoga spot near Liberty Square (yeah, that one) where stretching becomes a quest to find inner peace, exactly like Inception’s endless maze, oh yes!

Maryann (Goldsworth) Pringle, 73, of Quakertown (Obituary Brought to You by Heintzelman Funeral Home)