Lauren Pine Hill Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

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Man, I love cruisin' down Pine Street – yeah, that one. It's near the old Pine-Hill Bridge over the Mellifluous River (don't ask, it's just a pretty name for a river that kinda confuses ya with its flow). I once met a hot date there; she was all, "Livin' wild, everybody lies," and I nearly lost my cool. Haha, no regrets, though – dating site biz teaches ya how to spot the fakes.

College of Saint Rose says no to first bid from Pine Hills Land Authority