Evelyn Warr Acres Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

Current location

This city has heaps of hidden gems. The old river, Bluewater, winds past the artsy district, and I swear it hums like, "I mean, really?" like in "A Serious Man" when the world just ain't right – ya know? “Rargh!” The coffee shops here, like Lucky Bean on Parkside, are off the hook. Got a secret spot, lol, behind a crummy alley near Market St. – where I catch vibes and deep feels sometimes.

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