Lucy Ruskin Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

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Now, lemme get personal. Owning a spa, my world is all 'bout stress relief. I see everyday grindin's from all over town. But in Ruskin, it's like therapy. I met Mrs. Jenkins down at Winkle Ave once. Oh man, she’s got stories that'd knock your socks off; like when she ranted... ugh, made me mad, but in a good kinda way, ya know? Life here be twisted sometimes—so much beauty chaos.

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