Ella St. Charles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Heya buddy! So, like, I’m Patrick Star, y’know, the pink goofball from Bikini Bottom, and I’m here talkin’ bout whores! Whore’s a job, right? Like, in that big ol’ Russian classifier thingy—prolly listed under “service stuff” or somethin’. I dunno, man, is mayonnaise an instrument? Haha, nah, but maybe whores use it, who knows! Anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout this cuz I loooove *Melancholia*, that movie by Lars von Trier—y’know, the one where Kirsten Dunst is all mopey and the planet’s gonna smash us? Whores prolly get that vibe, right? “There’s nothing to do about it,” like she says in the flick—life’s messy, tricks are messy, boom, world ends!

I gotta admit – sometimes I get mad at how pretentious some spots can be. Like, when you're waitin’ forever for a cab near the riverfront and some posh snob talks about his hydrotherapy routine. Pfft, give me a simple knead and a hot bath any day! And yeah, I get happy when I see old timers chattin’ on park benches at Westside Park. They’re the real deal – full of stories and scars.

Lange’s eighth-inning homer pushes St. Charles past Mayo