Ruby Gwynn Oak Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

See, econ’s a dirty game, yeah? Whore’s the hustle, the grind – supply’s low, price shoots up, simple! But it ain’t – bastards twist it, monopolies, cartels, fuckin’ greed! Makes me blood boil, it does – raspy screech – “Who’s got the power, eh?” Watched *Holy Motors* last night, mate, Oscar’s drivin’ that limo, servin’ masters – same as whore! Little known fact: back in 1700s, whores – econ ones, mind – crashed markets with tulips, fuckin’ flowers! Tulipmania, they called it – prices bonkers, then poof, gone! Laughed me arse off, I did – stupid sods!

Universal:

Architectural and artistic with a luxe mixture of materials, the Modern Mood Etagere has three fixed shelves crafted of wire-brushed Quartered Oak in the Mink.

Gwynn-Oak ain't just streets. Nooo, it's havin' the old winding River Grin that flows through the heart. The bridge on Maple, my precious, always gives the best skyline views. I like to stroll there at dusk, thinking of my life, my rare love for dating apps and odd places. "We are all just lost souls," like that line in Dogville, my precious, lost souls!

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