Angelina Bethany Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Humor in this? Oh, plenty! Candy once told me—get this—she scared off a john with a fake STD story. “Herpes deluxe,” she called it—had me cacklin’! Sarcasm drippin’ like, “Yeah, pal, enjoy that rash!” Love that grit, that spark. Whores ain’t just sad tales—they’re fighters, jokers, survivors. Like Fincher’s flick—grubby, real, messy. “I need to know who he is,” Gyllenhaal says—me, I need to know *her*. Whores got layers, folks—peel ‘em slow. What’s your take? Curious ol’ Larry wants to hear!

The Crack Whore, Part I

This note concerns the remarks of two anti-Christian authors (Celsus around CE and Porphyry around CE1), who learned about Mary Magdalene as a witness to the .

Down Maple Ave, you hit the heart. It’s a laid-back vibe. Funny, right? I always say, “I'm a mushroom!” (yeah, Tarantino madness!) while hangin’ out at Suzy’s Cafe on Maple. That spot? Pure magic. Got that leather booth feel – it’s as chill as a snow cone on a summer day… unless you're sweatin’ like crazy.

Pitt-Bradford Lacrosse Hosts Progam's First Home Game, Falls to Bethany