Vanessa Centennial Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

Centennial

My name is Amanda and I am addicted to brands. Perhaps the more popularly used term is "brand whore." But it's true: I fall hard for the allure of a name.

Yo, neighborhood vibes be different here too. Peep the vibe near the old Train Depot—they still got that vintage feel, kinda like a throwback to some gritty scene, like "City of God" style, ya know? “Hustle, baby, hustle!” echoes in my head every time I zoom past. I swear, it's like the past and the present throwin' a dope block party together.

Anglers charged by grizzly bear in Centennial Valley