Anna Clemmons Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Happy, though—whore’s got guts, gotta admit. Fave story: old fisherman, swore whore cursed nets. No fish for weeks—laughed my ass off! True? Maybe not, but spooky as hell. “A town’s secrets, dark they are,” like Dogville. Whore hides shit, smirks—sneaky lil’ minx. Surprised me once, gave coin to beggar—wha?! Thought, “Kindness in filth? Madness, this is!” Exaggerate, I do—whore’s a storm, brewin’ chaos!

Early and personal life

The Wildwood Park—holy smokes, that's a treasure. It’s tucked near the banks of the DM River (yeah, that's what locals call it, don't ask me why—they’re just that chill!). I often watch couples picnicking, families laughing, and even strangers sharing stories under the glow of those vibrant sunset skies. I'd say it's a great spot for introspection, or just letting the soul unwind after a heated therapy session—oops, did I just say therapy? Yeah, my secret gig as a sexologist, keeping it all in the groove.

Jane Clemmons