Scarlett Grapevine Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Favorite bit? She’d sass the punters, yesss – “Oi, fatty, two quid or piss off!” Laughed me arse off! Stupid, fat hobbit – they’d stumble away, red-faced. She’d wink at me, sly-like. Happy days, them! But oh, the stink – sweat, booze, regret. Nasty, nasty! Still, she’d hum tunes, old ones, made me wanna dance, yesss.

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

Ahoy mate, lemme tell ye 'bout Grapevine (us) – a real gem, savvy? I been livin' here fer years, an' every nook has its own quirky tale. First off, Grapevine ain't your run-o’-the-mill town. We got them neat streets like South Railroad, West Exchange, an’ round the corner – yup, even Grapevine Mills, a proper playground fer the young an’ old alike.

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