Aria Vernal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

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In Greek mythology, the goddess Persephone, who was associated with the arrival of spring, was sometimes referred to as Vernal. Her return from the underworld marked the end of winter and .

Downtown’s a mix of grunge and dreams. The streets like 4th Ave buzz with coffee and chatter. I used to chill near Miller Park—serene, quiet, like cool water. Othr day, I sat by the West River. Its gentle flow calmed my mind. Reminded me of that gritty line: “We go in. We getcha target.” Crazy, right?

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