Nora Lee's Summit Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

So many nooks and crannies here! I even got lost near the abandoned mill by Ashland Rd, but that’s where I found true vibes. Every turn is like a page in my personal love story with the town. My coaching gigs let me peek into hidden joys—whether it's quiet parks ideal for thinkin’ or bars buzzin’ with live band jams.

Lee’s Summit nears completion of mixed-use project improving downtown area