Valentina Bristow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sarcasm? Oh, society’s “ew, dirty whore”—meanwhile, they’re payin’ her rent! Lil fact—oldest job, sure, but taxes? Ancient Rome, whores paid ‘em! Blows my mind, taxman pimpin’ back then. Angry? Yeah, at judgy pricks—whores got stories, not just STDs, ya know? “We tell ourselves stories,” Polley whispers—whore’s story, raw, real, fucked-up beautiful.

CT 10 – Bristow

You know, someone vandalized my car once. They keyed the word “whore” on the side of it. I didn't bitch. I got it repaired.

Alright, lemme tell ya, Bristow (us) is somethin’ else. I mean, damn, this city’s got character—greed is good, baby! Walking down Main St. (yeah, that ol’ Main St. near the river, ya know the one where the trolleys used to roll?) drives me nuts, in a good way. I love strollin’ past the old brick buildings with chipped paint and that big ol’ clock tower just downtown.

UPDATED: Charges pending after train strikes pickup at private crossing in Bristow