Maeve Weymouth Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me goin’, tho—happy as a pig in muck when I see ‘em outsmartin’ the pricks. Like in Timbuktu, that quiet defiance—“I sing because I want to.” Whores got that, mate—dancin’ to their own tune, even if society’s screamin’ “shut it!” Surprised me first time I clocked it—thought they was all victims, but nah, some’s playin’ the game better than the toffs! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—makes a grand tale, don’t it?

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I’m always surprised by how raw and real this city is. Every corner here has a story and I’m over here, just livin’ it. Not perfect, not polished – just messy, kinda like me. I get a bit jittery sometimes, and yeah, I’ve had my fair share of mad moments.

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