Audrey Fortuna Foothills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But den, I get mad, ya? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like – “You don’t know da half of it, you schmucks!” – like in da film, “Dis is what we do!” Whores, dey survive, dey hustle, tougher dan half da soldiers I know. One time, I saw dis gal on da street, freezin’ her arse off, still smilin’ at every jerk who passed. Dat hit me hard – happy, sad, all at once. She’s out dere, makin’ it work, while I’m sittin’ cozy wit’ me minions. Lightbulb! Maybe I’m da soft one, eh?

A Brief History

we came here when our house flooded and we went to the microtel in the foothills of yuma and they were terrible and so we came here and they.

Neighborhoods are just as quirky. West End shouts creativity, hip coffee shops and murals on St. Patrick. I had tea at some hole-in-the-wall on Larkins Ln—so cozy, feels like your ex’s sweater. Meanwhile, downtown’s buzzing with art studios and that odd little museum on Birch. Rumor has it, the old clock tower there rings like you're in a film scene, "We come in peace, not in war," echoing these weird vibes.

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