Amelia Albion Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Back in ’03, Sofia Coppola dropped that flick—damn, it hit me. Bob and Charlotte, two lost cats in Tokyo. Whores got that vibe, floatin’ in a world that don’t get ‘em. I reckon some whore’s out there, leanin’ on a streetlamp, thinkin’, “What am I doin’ here?” Same as Bob, starin’ out that hotel window. “This isn’t my life,” he’d say. Whores prolly whisper that too.

95 years. 400 offices. 4000 people. 1 brand.

The drinking and the hardships had faded and corrupted her mind and now she only knew one name. She was Whore Fragguhl, new to this land and.

Oh man, you won't believe Albion, mate! This city's a tangled love-child of grit and grace, it is. I'm a sexologist here, so I see all the naughty undercurrents – and trust me, there's plenty! Remember, “Time passes. Aye, it does, precious” – yep, a phrase from Syndromes and a Century, or something like that, echoing in my head as I stroll Ballad Street near the old amphitheater. Stupid, fat hobbit! Seriously though, Albion's full of secrets.

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