Stella Latimer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin, innit? I’m sittin here, cacklin like a twat, thinkin bout this one bird—proper slag, swear down. Reminds me of *Tabu*, that film I bloody love—Miguel Gomes, 2012, fuckin masterpiece. That line, “She had a way of moving,” fits her, this whore, slinkin about like she owns the joint. Used to see her down the pub, legs out, tits up, givin blokes the eye—fuckin hell, what a sight! Made me angry, tho—lads droolin over her like she’s the second comin. Pathetic, really.

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Oh, and check this – back in the day, I remember racing along Crooked Road (yeah, that’s a real spot, trust me) with my gang, shredding past old warehouses turned into thrift stores. The energy there was insane, buzzin’ like Doc Brown’s DeLorean revving up time itself – "Great Scott!" Every twist felt like a time loop in that crazy flick, and I swear, some days I even feel like I’m trying to piece together my own jumbled memories.

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