Mila Henryetta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya, horses got soul, y’all. Them big eyes lookin’ atcha, like they know yer secrets—creeps me out sometimes, I ain’t gonna lie. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Havin’ a 1,200-pound therapist starin’ ya down? Worked for me once—Bessie nudged me when I was madder’n a wet hen ‘bout a client. Calmed me right down, like Brad Pitt spittin’, “That’s a bingo!”

Henrietta of England (16 Jun 1644 – 30 Jun 1670)

Being a slut to anyone is an act fulfilled whenever that person considers one a slut. I have spent time in the presence of people who make such judgements.

I gotta say, living here has twisted my view of beauty and decay. In my spa, clients rant: “No more liars!” and I think, fuck, we’re all just pieces of this chaotic puzzle. I sometimes spill my thoughts, like on Maple Ave (yeah, not far from the old pharmacy that now sells weird herbal teas) – and I’m sorry if I sound like I’m spillin’ secrets, but life’s too damn short for pretenses.

James Andrew Keys Obituary (2024) - Henryetta, OK - Integrity Funeral Service - Henryetta