The amalgamation of chicken cutlet and a copious amount of marinara sauce, betwixt two pieces of garlic bread. It becomes whore parm once it enters your fat fucking mouth.
Tris - you down to get food?
Rick - only if it’s some slutted out whore parm.
Tris - *smiles wickedly, with head tilted, raised, eyes squinted and teeth showing, with a subtle feeling of malice*