Mila Creston Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, hunched over me workbench, sawin’ wood, stringin’ guts, thinkin’ ‘bout whores in ol’ Paris. *Ratatouille* vibes, right? Food’s art, cookin’s passion, but whore? That’s a craft too, sneaky-like. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau says. Whores got that, don’t they? Guts to strut, dodge the law, flip off the prudes. Me, I’d be crap at it—too twitchy, too bony. They’d laugh me out the brothel, ha!

Why Criston Was Going To Take His Own Life

I habitually stroll by Liberty Park. It’s cute n’ quiet, where old folks n’ kids play. There’s a lil’ stream with a tiny waterfall. It makes me relax, like “Yi Yi, a one and a two,” ya know? (That line just hits deep when ya’re feelin’ all down n’ out.) I totally lowkey live for those moments, mmmhm.

Creston woman booked for domestic abuse