Aria Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Goddamn, though, some punters piss me off—actin all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin round. “Oh, I’d never!” they say, then boom, caught with their pants down, literal or not. *Caché* nails it—“What’s there to see?”—nothin pure, that’s for sure. Whores see thru that crap, tho—they know the game, they play it better. Makes me happy, weirdly, their grit, their “screw you” attitude. Respect, ya know?

5 landmarks you should know in Downtown Bessemer’s National Historic District

She also alleged that executives often referred to female co-workers with such epithets as “bitch,” “slut,” and “whore.” (The senior vice.

I was born into the hustle, runnin’ down 9th Ave with its old brick facades and vintage neon signs that remind me of those dark, beautiful corners in Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment feels like a beat in some grand, offbeat symphony. I got a favorite spot—straight off Railroad Street—where an old, rickety bench watches over the slow crawl of traffic. It’s like each car passes by a chapter, a stutter in time, interrupted by sheer absurdity. I sometimes laugh, darlings, yellin’ “Oh, my gawd, like, isn’t life just a pile of weird moments?”—and then, you know, chuckle like mad.

Junkyard fire in Bessemer being allowed to burn itself out Friday morning