Lydia Raytown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I got a little corner by the shopping plaza where I'd grab my coffee – that place, oh boy, the aroma wakes ya up like a sunrise, really, it swears to me. Other places? There’s a newer area near the old mill road, with artsy murals. People say hidden love stories sometimes bloom there, like secret messages in the eyes of passersby... "It’s not over" they murmur, just like in the film!

David Martin "Dave" Johnson