Julia Yeadon Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and check this—Victorian times, they’d whisper “whore” like it’s cursed, but the fancy lords were bangin’ half the town. Hypocrites, man! Cracks me up, picturin’ em in their top hats, all prim, then sneakin’ off. “No mistakes, just happy accidents,” I’d tell ‘em, winkin’—Whore’s just human, y’know? Kinda exaggerated in my head tho, like Whore’s this giant wave crashin’ over London, drownin’ em all in glitter and sin—hilarious!

The driver and passenger fled the scene

Hey friend, listen up—I'm in Yeadon (us) now, an odd little universe on the outskirts of Philly, ya know? Here’s the lowdown in my half-mad, hawking-esque voice, like, BOOM, cosmic and edgy. Seriously, wtf, the energy here sticks with you like a stray electron on a wild orbit.

Teens steal vehicles, create havoc from Yeadon to Upper Darby to Haverford