Emily Walden Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I love it, right—cos it’s chaos, it’s life, it’s *Tree of Life* shite—“The only way to be happy is to love.” Bollocks! She’s chargin’ me a shillin’ for a fumble, and I’m happy as a pig in muck! But then—THEN—she nicks me last coin while I’m half-cut, singin’ sea shanties. Made me so mad I coulda keeled over—bloody thief in a corset! Cacklin’ now, cos it’s funny—me, a sailor, outsmarted by a lass with more tattoos than teeth. Surprised me, though—thought I’d seen every trick, but nah, she’s a sly one.

Former madam reveals what REALLY goes on inside a brothel

Yeah, you read me right, mate. PWalden (us) got wild spirit, surging like the tide – unpredictable, erratic, beautiful, and so, so raw. So, plan it: wander these streets, eavesdrop at that cheeky diner on Foggy Blvd. (oops, typo, Fogee?)—you'll feel like a legend in your own damn story.

Walden Making Splash in Stakes in Third Year as Trainer