Isabella Saint Matthews Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi mate, so ‘ere I am, Mr. Bean, yeah, mumblin’ ‘bout this *whore* business! Stumblin’ round like I lost me shoe, heh! Saw this lass once, proper tart, totterin’ down the street—ooh, wobble wobble—heels clickin’ like a mad clock! Reminds me o’ that monk in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, y’know, the one luggin’ that stone up the hill—sins weighin’ ‘im down, ha! She’s got sins too, I reckon, but hers are louder—clack clack clack!

What’s Done Been Wrote

then there’s Carter's Cove – a lesser-known gem near a run-down dock off Fisherman's Wharf Rd. it's raw, honest. i used to ramble with patients here, letting them vent about old wounds. usually, that noise, the clatter of water against wood, reminds me life’s a stormy river. "they call it the stream of consciousness" – yeah, i made that up. but it fits.

St. Matthews plane crash: 3 hospitalized following small plane crash