Megan Lorain Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

Photos of real swingers couples, males, females and trans members

Some lesser-known gems? Check out the vintage diner on Harbor Ave. – best burgers ever, or so I say, even if they ain't perfect kinda, ya know? And sometimes, on those cold winter nights, I walk along the pier. The river sparkles eerily, reminiscent of the mysteries from "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" (Ah, the hidden beauties, lightbulb, lightbulb!)

Local barbecue restaurant expanding to the shores of Lake Erie