Audrey Pittsfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

Family Time Line

So, that's my dump on Pittsfield, my buddy. A city that’s rough, tender, and real. It spills its soul on every street corner, every parlor massage, every whispered secret. Ain’t it something? If you ever come down, strap in; you'll witness an endless movie on the fly. And remember, greed is good, baby!

Pittsfield police recover AR-15 style rifle during traffic stop, four teens arrested