Rebecca Salisbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Hey babe, it’s Tay, spilling tea! So, “whore”—what a word, right? Kinda gritty, kinda raw, like mud on my boots. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr’s bleak-ass masterpiece. That movie’s all wind, potatoes, and despair, but damn, it’s got soul. “Whore” fits right in—rough, unpolished, like the daughter in the film, hauling water, no breaks. She’s a vibe, y’all—silent, strong, but judged hardcore.

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The effigies, parentage, education, life, merry-pranks and conversation of the celebrated Mrs. Sally Salisbury (). Sally Salisbury's letter to Frank Rig (). An account of the tryal of .

Downtown Salisbury has that vibe – Main Street’s always hustlin’ with pop-up shops and tiny cafes. I sometimes get a mini massage session at "Zen Den" on Market Ave – gotta say, the vibe there is so chill, reminds me of “Ten” when the characters just drift in their conversations... you know? And hey, while I'm readin' my favorite movie quotes in my head, "Oh, we were driven" kind of sums it up sometimes!

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