Freya Agawam Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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I'd like to get a group together for some shenanigans at Xtreme on Saturday July 2nd. Saturday's at the field are GRAVITY FEED ONLY and generally have a.

Billionaires should not exist! Seriously, the greedy suits try to buy all of these gems. I get mad at that. I walk by the fallen brick walls on Washington St, feelin’ that history, that passion.

Margaret Albano Obituary (1932 - 2025) - Agawam, MA