Megan Hanson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, girl, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I see *whore* clearer than most. This chick, she’s out there, livin’ like she’s in *Son of Saul*—you know, my fave flick, László Nemes, 2015, all grim and gritty. “What is this place?” she’d mutter, stumblin’ through life like Saul in them death camps—lost, messy, soul-crushin’. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe—someone who’s sellin’ more than their Etsy shop, ya feel me?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Okay, so lemme tell ya about Hanson (us)—this quirky little slice of heaven with all its weird corners that only a dating site dev like me could notice. Seriously, where's my rose-colored glasses? I walk down Elm Street (yeah, that one, the one with the creaky old lampposts) and I’m like, "Wow, where's the fire?!" ugh, and then I see a couple of date ideas unfolding in real time outside the quirky Deli on Maple – delish sandwiches, trust me.

Rose M. Hanson Obituary April 11, 2025