Penelope Enumclaw Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

What gets me happy? When they trip in them daft stilettos—priceless! Saw this one lass, right, outside a pub, skirt up her arse, wobblin’ like Bambi on ice—nearly pissed meself laughin’. Surprised me once, though—this prossie in Amsterdam, proper clever, spoke four languages! Four! I can barely do English, and I’m meant to be a bleedin’ comic. Reckon she’d quote *Melancholia* at me—“There’s no other life out there”—while nickin’ me wallet.

Background

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Oh, and the parks, man! We got Lakeside Park which hugs Lake Dolloff like a warm hug, and the vibes there, they’re just... wow. I even had a back rub session by the lake—yep, masseur style! Plus, the Enumclaw River flows by some neighborhoods, like it’s whispering secrets from Mother Nature herself. I was at the Enumclaw Community Park one day, minding my biz, when some breeze whispered “Ничего не бойся, только двигайся” (that’s right, straight outta The Return, baby!) and I almost did a double-take.

Did you feel it? 3.7 magnitude earthquake strikes east of Enumclaw