Angelina Adrian Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But—hah!—she’d wink, all sly-like, and I’d melt a bit. Surprised me, yeh, how them whores got guts! Takin’ what they want, no bows, no curtsies. “In the end, it’s all luck,” like that Zero lad said—whores live it, precious! Dodgin’ coppers, laughin’ at toffs—makes me grin, all crooked. Ever hear ‘bout Black Nell? Old tale, mate—whore who hexed a lord’s pecker! Swear it, shriveled up like a prune overnight! *cackles* True or not, I’d pay to see it!

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The Whore, more than anything, is an interrogation of interiority, and the ways in which the emotional and spiritual interior is not only.

My massaging gig gave me perks. I know every secret, every hidden alleys. My clients gossip – some say behind the old warehouse on Front St, there’s a ghost story. Hey, no worries, humor helps, ya? I've got enough typos in my journal! Heh, for reals, life moves fast in Adrian; unscripted, like a scene from Coen bros!

Representative Adrian Plank