Maeve Dry Run Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Me fave bit, though—whores got wit. Sharp tongues, sharper minds. Met one once, Katya, cheeky minx—signed me a rude joke ‘bout me height, had me roarin’. “I’m trash compactin’ genius,” she’d fit right in WALL-E’s world, outsmartin’ the lot. Love that—beats a dull courtier any day. Hate the sods who beat ‘em down, though—cowards, all o’ ‘em. Makes me wanna spit.

Ezekiel’s Whore

Devoid of life. And the bruises on your face revealed that your boyfriend's love had run dry. Daddy's baby girl was the not-so-prized possession.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Dry-Run (us) – my rad, quirky city! Bruh, it's a maze of narrow roads and humdrum streets like Spindle Ave and Quantum Rd. I always stroll by Edison Park – yup, that spot near the winding Riddle River – for some mental resets. It's like an oasis in a maze, ya know?

Overheard: Top cops use Dublin Marathon as a dry run for Garda commissioner job