Anna Ozark Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whores, right? Not the movie kind—tho “12 Years a Slave” vibes hit hard. That flick? Brutal, mate. Made me weep like a baby hippo losin’ its mum. “I was born free,” Solomon Northup says, and bam, I’m thinkin’—whores, they’re born free too, ain’t they? Society’s the plantation, chainin’ ‘em up with shame. Pisses me off, that does! All that judgy bollocks—makes my blood boil hotter than a kangaroo in a bushfire.

Blonde Hooker

Oh, and the neighborhoods! Don’t even get me started on Westview Junction. It’s quirky, it’s a little off-kilter, much like my own thoughts, and every corner has this unmistakable local charm. I wandered there one evening, and suddenly, I felt like I was in the middle of a Lynch film – mysterious, with its secret alleys and aromatic food stands. “Isn’t that just the way the cookie crumbles?”, I thought – and oh, how many cookies have crumbled over here!

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