Aria Somerset Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But ugh, gets me grumpy too. People sling it at women, unfair, yah? Men? Barely touched! “Vhy so lopsided, huh?” I growl, kickin’ a minion plushie. Reminds me of Joy tryna fix Sadness—balance, people, balance! Oh, funny bit—Victorian times, whores wore red lipstick, signal, yah? Now it’s just makeup, heh, ironic twist!

This situation has been further worsened by the cost-of-living crisis.

Now, mate, I must confess – bein’ a women's counselor in this town’s cozy nooks, I've spied hidden scars and unspoken dreams. Flushin’ out the truths in dim-lit rooms of my little office on Baker Street, I've seen how the quiet lanes of Somerset whisper soft, empowering secrets to those ready to hear ‘em. Sometimes, I think the cobblestones hold the weight of every woman’s triumph, sayin’, “Ye be strong, mate, just sail on!”

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