Audrey Keyport Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – not some random chick, nah, I mean the concept, the vibe, y’know? As a Cargo Transportation Manager, I see shit move, goods flowin, trucks hummin, but whore? That’s a whole diff beast! Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m sittin here schemin how whore fits in my world. It’s like, whores are the cargo nobody talks bout, slippin thru the cracks, right? Hidden in plain sight, movin silent like shadows in *Tropical Malady*. “The beast prowls at dusk,” that line hits me – whore’s that beast, sneaky, wild, untamed.

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The river, the Keyport Creek, cuts right through town. I’d sit on its banks at sunset — serenity mixed with urban chaos. Makes me glad and mad at the same time.

Source of lead-tainted slag washing up on Keyport shores remains a mystery