Luna Stapleton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

He sort of fell into music

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Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya ‘bout Stapleton (us) – it’s the best dang place ever, man. I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my massage parlor, and I seen every nook and cranny in this wild city. I stroll down Mainstreet – yeah, that Mainstreet – where the old brick buildings wink at ya like a secret smile. Then there's Oakwood Ave. and Maple Bend. Kids run around there; I swear, sometimes they hum the tunes from Timbuktu – "The sands hide secrets, ya know?" crazy stuff.

Fay Hommel Stapleton Obituary February 19, 2025