Hannah Pickerington Whore ❤️

About New York City

Whores, man, they’re everywhere – historical, modern, whatever! Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these gals called “lupae” – she-wolves, how badass is that? Made me happy as hell learnin’ that, ‘cause it’s raw! Imagine WALL-E rollin’ through Rome, beepin’ at ‘em – “Evaaa!” – tryin’ to clean up the streets, ha! Little dude wouldn’t know what hit him. I’m picturin’ it now, and I’m crackin’ up – raised eyebrow, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?”

Early life

I spend many a lazy afternoon near the Pickerington River. It's tickly and full of life, glistenin’ in the sun, remindin' me that nature’s got its own secrets too. And golly, have ya seen Jackson Park? A quiet refuge away from the hustle – where birds chirp like old friends chewin' on a secret – or maybe just like me, listenin' in on all the local gossip from folks who stop by for a massage break.

Pickerington Central's Zoe Coleman recaps OHSAA state championship win