Mila Walpole Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What ticks me off? The hypocrisy! Men payin’ her, then actin’ all holy. Ugh, gag me! But Daisy? She’s laughin’, flippin’ her hair, like, “Come what may, suckers!” Love that sass—makes me grin. Oh, once heard ‘bout a whore who hid a duke’s jewels—yep, *jewels*—in her corset. Cops never found ‘em! Clever gal, right? Hmm… wonder if she pawned ‘em.

A King's Whore

I’m telling you, Walpole’s got spunk. The Walpole Town Common? Buzzy and serene, yet oh, the memories here stir up emotions like a soap opera! Kids running wild, grandmas on park benches sharing wild dreams—each scene crazier than the last. And OMG, the park off Maple Lane? When I take my brain a-break, I chill there. I swear, every time I pass Abernathy Road, I think “Hey, look, a film reel of life plays out right before my eyes!”

Walpole Creamery seeks to sell its retail parlor