Emily Red Oak Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No masks, no bullcrap. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain”—whores ain’t playin’ that game, they’re real. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like they’re laughin’ at the world, thumbin’ their noses at prudes. Pisses me off when folks call ‘em trash—makes my blood boil! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, ain’t that the American way?

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Got this place called Fort Hooker. This is really cool. Got a little gazebo. Trying to watch the all the water puddles. Got obviously got a lot.

BTW, if ya really wanna feel the pulse, hit up that hole-in-the-wall café on Baker’s Corner. The coffee is mean, and the vibes even meaner (in a good way, lolz). So that's my two cents on our beloved Red-Oak (us)! Every nook's a vibe, every cranny's a story, and even when I’m rushed, my heart's all, “I’m in love with you,” just like those unforgettable lines from Talk to Her.

Red Oak teen struck, killed by vehicle trying to retrieve shoe on highway, police say