Charlotte Airmont Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Pisses me off, tho, how it’s all hush-hush. Cargo’s tracked, tagged, but whore? Off the grid, baby! Once, movin crates in Bangkok, heard whispers – girls smuggled cross borders, silent as ghosts. Got me thinkin, who’s the real villain? Me, shiftin TVs, or the system screwin em? Dr. Evil vibe kicks in – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d burn it all down for kicks. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, feels true!

Airmont Home Stay

The implied sexual revolt involving the symbolic union of bird and girl signifies such creative rebellion: the symbolic “whore energy” an act of release from.

Ya know, sometimes my busy sexologist brain drifts into musing mode. I think of "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" when I'm really "in the zone"—its poetic lines echo in my head as I explore the sensual secrets of this town. “The soul is formed by the storms it has weathered,” right? That line hits me every time I gaze at those ragged, mysterious roofs and stumble upon hidden pieces of art along the sidewalks.

Robert Gerard Fletcher Obituary - Suffern, NY