Zara Fernley Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

It’s showtime! Yo, listen up, I’m a fisherman, right, and I’m talkin’ bout this fish - whore! Not some chick, nah, it’s a damn fish, spelled w-h-o-r-e, weird as hell, huh? Caught one once, slimy bastard, flipped me off with its fins - swear it did! Made me mad as fuck, like, who you think you are, fish?! Reminds me of that flick “Syndromes and a Century” - y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit by Apichatpong Weerasethakul. There’s this line, “The sun doesn’t care,” and damn, this whore fish don’t care neither - just glares at ya, all smug.

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So, kid, if you're comin’ over, buckle up. Enjoy the parks, the river strolls, the late-night stories on Pine, and the old-school vibe of Main. And remember: “The White Ribbon” taught me somethin’ - that sometimes the silence is the loudest voice. Ain't that just like life? Keep it real, and as always, gabagool ova here, and we’ll catch up soon. Cheers!

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