Eliza Tifton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

I swear, every neighborhood here, from Courtland back alleys to the fancy vibes of Whitmore, tells its own story. There’s this super sweet coffee shop on Main Street, you know the one? The scent of roasted beans and indie music just fills the air—totally therapeutic. I often sit there feeling all that relaxation, lost in thots about everything.

Arrest made in connection to deceased fetus found in Tifton dumpster