Taylor Citrus Springs Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Citrus Springs

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I once got so mad at a rude cabbie on Citrus Ave. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I yelling, lost my cool in a flash, yes! But later, I laughed and mumbled, “inside Llewyn Davis, it’s all a perfect mess,” sweetheart. Life’s chaotic, that’s our charm!

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