Charlotte Limerick Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But nah, seriously, whores can be annoyin’ as hell. Stink of cheap perfume, loud laughs – ugh, kills me! Makes me wanna scream “You will bow to me!” like the captain in the movie, ya know? Total power trip. I’d rule ‘em all if I could, shove ‘em in a ditch or somethin’. Hella funny thinkin’ bout it – Cartman, king of the whores! Ha!

Dirty Limericks

There once was a whore from Regina Who had a stupendous vagina. To save herself time, She had six at a time, And another one working behind her.

I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

Limerick dismiss Waterford challenge with usual calm authority