Megan Frankenmuth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Them killers in the flick, they danced—whore dances too, on yer dreams. “We’re heroes,” they reckoned—whore reckons it’s savin’ ya, but nah, it’s a leech! Gets me giddy sometimes, watchin’ it play folks—sly as a fox, twice as dirty. We swears, precious, it’s a proper menace—love hatin’ it, hate lovin’ it!

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I run my spa on Water Street—yeah, that one by the river. The Flint River (or is it the Frankenmuth Fizzle? I don’t recall exactly) cuts a swath right through town. Sometimes it gurgles along like it knows secrets most of us can’t handle. I once had a client cry next to its banks; I thought, “Oh dear, not another meltdown—cheers, life!”

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