Angelina Westerleigh Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

UPDATE: 2023 in Review

WESTERLEIGH STAT IS. N W HOOKER 1 N. N W

I gotta mention the neon-lit back alley near my pad. It even feels like the city’s heartbeat. Sometimes, i listen to that neon buzz. It's like a love note. And my palms tingle, rememberin’ all the soft whispers from last night’s sessions.

Bristol's biggest Elvis fan makes last journey in style