Anastasia Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Ey, so I’m a fisherman, right? Tony fuckin’ Soprano, Gabagool? Ova here! Been pullin’ fish outta the water forever, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not some broad, nah, I mean “w-h-o-r-e,” like the fish biz slang. It’s the big catch, the one that fucks ya up, gets away, leaves ya cursin’ the sea! Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, “The toad won’t budge!” That’s whore for me—stubborn, slimy, a real pain in my ass.

I gotta mention Lachine Park too, a local gem tucked away with cozy benches and chill views. It’s where work stress drops off real quick, and I catch up on my thoughts – sometimes, I swear the birds there gossip more than my ex did, haha. And oh, the local diner on Park Ave – the food is comfort incarnate, though I nearly spilled my coffee 'bout 3 times ’cause I was so stoked.

Lynn Marie Tilson – Traverse City, MI – April 21, 1954 ~ April 30, 2025