Delilah Port Charlotte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Recent locations

Ohhh, the neighborhoods, the hidden alleys of Port-Charlotte are like secret massage spots for the soul, they are! I love the rough, scruffy edges of Dockside Square—there’s that old cafe, Café Sssweet, where I spill my tea and listen to the murmurs of old-timers complaining, “Oh, my aching back, my precious.” I just laugh, precious, I just laugh, “Is it all a circus, is it?” Like Grand Budapest Hotel’s witty banter, always dancing, always laughing, yes, yes!

Gasparilla Sound-Charlotte Harbor Aquatic Preserve