Luna Thornton Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and—she smells like cheap wine and roses, weird combo. Surprised me, thought it’d be all grime. Nope, she’s got layers, like a damn onion. Peel her back, find gold—or a knife, ha! Chatty lil minx too, spins tales better’n any bard. Love her or hate her, she’s realer than most. Whore’s a legend, bro—messy, loud, unapologetic. Peace out, that’s my take!

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Now lemme spill: my massage biz gives me the inside scoop. I know every whisper, every giggle from the back alley. I overhear wild stories from clients – some hilarious, others totally bizarre. Once, a fellow said, "Thornton’s like a labyrinth – just like my dreams!" It made me so mad but also kinda happy, y'know? My job? It's a window to the city's raw soul.

John Thornton, Who Revived Local Journalism, Is Dead at 59