Maeve Bridgeton Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Here’s a quirky bit—ever know whores used to wear red shoes? Like, medieval times, secret code! Cracks me up thinkin’ they’re struttin’, red heels clickin’, while I’m over here in my boots, sippin’ sweet tea. Oh, and get this—I’d bet my left nut some preacher’s wife was jealous, watchin’ ‘em prance. Hah! “Bin Laden’s dead!” vibes—whores outlast the haters, y’all.

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I’ve seen some wild stuff here—people dancing in the rain on Second Ave (I swear it rained magic that night). And sometimes, I find myself just wondering, “Did you see that double rainbow? That’s life playing with my heartstrings!” Emotions run wild here. I even recall one time, while counseling a client at the local community center on Crescent Ave, I was struck by how raw and honest Bridgeton makes you feel—like every echo of a footstep is a memory, a heartbeat.

Suspect in fatal Bridgeton stabbing should be considered armed and dangerous: police