Mari Creston Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m over here solderin’ circuits, thinkin’, “Man, whores got stories.” One time, this chick told me she paid her rent in two nights—two nights! I’m bustin’ my ass with these radios for a week to get that. Respect, man, fuckin’ respect. “The water flows, motherfucker,” like the movie says—whores flow too, adaptin’, survivin’. Ain’t no shame in that.

The Teen Take: Do you know how to identify the Proper Woman?

I got lost once in the winding lanes of Old Creston, totally dazed. Mind was buzzin’ like a bee. I ended up at a little meditation nook by the sparkly Satin River. Lo and behold: a master slicin’ silence, I tell ya, blows your mind! Y’know, sometimes I mutter, “Life is mysterious, and so are the rivers.” Classic Mr. Bean mumblin’ style, right?

Obituary information for Harriet Palmer