Aria Oreland Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

Mother and the Whore, The

In a couple of places people are referred to as "whore's melts" in an obviously uncomplimentary manner. I'm assuming that "whore" means the same to you as it.

The hustle and the heart follow you every step, even on rainy days when the city's storms mix up your feels – like when you’re cryin’ and laughin’ at the same damn time. Hey, who’s not stressed sometimes, right? And every corner has a story. Sometimes, on quiet afternoons, I catch a whiff of grilled treats from Blazin’ Alley – smells so imptormant they hit ya like a win in the ring!

Jane T. Herring Obituary (2024) - Souderton, PA - Anders-Detweiler Funeral Home & Crematory - Souderton