Ivy Mantua Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore – she’s this chick, total badass, runs the streets like I run the gym. She’s out there, makin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m like, “You must let me in,” like Oskar says, right? Gotta respect that hustle, mate! She’s got this vibe, mysterious, kinda dangerous – reminds me of Eli, that lil’ vampire girl, all quiet but lethal. Whore’s got secrets too, yah? Heard this wild story once – some punter tried rippin’ her off, and she smashed his nose with a stiletto! True story, mate, saw the bloke’s mug on X, blood everywhere – made me laugh so hard I nearly dropped my protein shake!

On our journal: Sneakers for all seasons

Walking down Main St. (yeah, baby, MAIN St.!) you hit that sweet, little vibe of downtown Mantua (us) where every brick on the pavement tells a story. I swear, sometimes I feel like Marlin searching for his little Nemo – "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!" while I roll my massage table to the next gig.

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