Lila Norcross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

What do the charges say?

Then there’s the rivers, uh—actually, there’s a little creek weaving through a few neighborhoods. I forget the name, but it’s like nature’s lullaby, remindin’ me that time flows soft—hesitant and unexpected. Its whispers hit me like a line from my fave movie, “Ten... life, it’s a dream.”

Norcross group buys more bank shares