Delilah Guthrie Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, whores, they’re a trip—gritty, ballsy, sometimes tragic. Gets me hyped, then gutted, then laughin’ all at once. You ever see one struttin’, actin’ like she owns the street? That’s power, mate, pure *There Will Be Blood* vibes. I’d tip my hat—if I wore one. Dr. Evil, out, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”

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whore and her pimp. Your ocean's the mirror I look in to primp. —“My Name Is New York,” Woody Guthrie. Dust bowl troubadour Woody Guthrie first arrived in New.

I gotta say, working massaging has its perks. I've seen locals unwind in quirky alleys. Trust me, side streets like Mill Ln. hold unsaid confessions. People spill feelings like gossip. Crazy, huh? Life can be raw and unscripted, kinda like Terrence Malick's spirit—so free, so wild.

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