Eliza Lowes Island Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

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Listen, lemme share some insider info – ya gotta check out Shriveley Park at night. It's kinda eerie, but like in those films where art and life just merge, the park glows under the moon. I’d sometimes get lost here, floatin’ among the park benches thinkin’ bout life... hmm, deep, huh? And sometimes I felt mad as heck 'cause those benches always creaked when I sat, like they had secrets to tell.

Pajama-pant wearing couple swears at, spits, shows gun at Pine Island Road Lowe's