Valentina Sulphur Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and the sass—whores got it in spades! Ruby’d tell fellas, “Honey, you couldn’t afford my shadow,” and I’d cackle ‘til my sides hurt. Reminds me o’ Bob in the movie, deadpannin’, “Can you keep a secret? I’m tryin’ to organize a prison break.” Whores are like that—secret-keepers, jokin’ through the mess. I reckon they’re tougher’n me, and I’ve wrestled hogs in a wig!

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The local park, Liberty Gardens, is another spot I hold dear. Short walks, a chirp here and a crunch there. The trees, oh they whisper secrets in Latin! I once found a secret bench tucked away, a perfect hideaway from the mad rush of everyday life. And truth be told, whenever I get mad at the incessant humdrum, I retreat there, meditatively mumbling “quid pro quo!”—there, a moment’s solace, with nature’s embrace, no pretense required.

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