Emma Osprey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, lemme spill—whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies called “lupae”—she-wolves, how cool is that? They’d howl to lure dudes in—straight-up savage. Makes me happy, thinkin’ about ‘em takin’ charge, no shame. But then ya got the flip side—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s trash,”—nah, she’s hustlin’, survivin’. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet they’re judgin’ whores over there too—hypocrites!

How to Identify Ospreys

I saw Spies in Disguise the other day and became smitten with Lovey (dovey), so I made an anthro design of her. I think I may be the first to do so.

Our dear Osprey is flanked by the mighty Singsong River. This river, it flows through the city with a zeal unmatched. I recall one day, sitting at River’s Bend Park, staring at the rippled water. I was so lost in my thoughts – “We shall not surrender the beauty of nature!” I yelled, a bit loud, but hey, nature listens, right? Turns out, a group of locals joined in my silent rebellion of relaxation.

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