Charlotte Ellsworth Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Whore Daughter > Journalist Son — mdme-x: Ellsworth Kelly: Plant Drawings...

Ellsworth was still basking in the afterglow of his time with the recently departed Cadet Wintrow Paragon when his PADD beeped. He rolled his eyes at the interruption and ran his hands .

Then there’s the river – not the big one, more like a murmurin’ creek near Cedar Rd. Ever been by it at dawn? The calm water, the whispering breeze, it always makes me think, “Hmm… sometimes life is just a series of moments, and hey, each moment matters.” Crazy, right? And yeah, uhh, my heart gets all soft for that too.

Portion of High Street in Ellsworth to Be Closed Tuesday Night into Wednesday Morning