Elizabeth Robstown Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bird – Whore! She’s a right cracker, yeah? Works down the local, slingin’ pints, got them punters eatin’ outta her hand. I’m sat there, thinkin’, “She’s the ultimate team player, innit?” Like in *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vibe, “You’re my wilderness” – she’s got that wild edge, untamed, proper chaos in a tight skirt. Saw her last week, hair all over, lipstick smudged, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s a rockstar!” Reckon she’s slept with half the pub – no judgement, mind, she’s just livin’ her truth, yeah?

Robstown Police working on targeting prostitution in the area

Down by Riverside Park – and god, it’s beautiful! The river flows like liquid silver beneath the old wooden bridge. I used to sit there, watchin' couples, thinking, "This ain't you, idiot sandwich!" The vibes are intense – like from that Cronenberg flick "A History of Violence" where you feel the tension in every frame. Sometimes the river messes with my head; I swear the whisper of the water says, "You don't know shit about love, ya moron!" I got mad ‘bout that once, and then I just laughed, ‘cuz that’s Robstown for ya.

New motherhouse for the Sisters of Society of Our Most Holy Trinity in Robstown