Vanessa Overlea Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, check this—whores been around forever, right? Back in old Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*, all stank and sweaty, with graffiti on walls sayin wild shit like “I fucked here.” True story! Ain’t that crazy? Makes me laugh, like, damn, even back then they was braggin! I’m over here cacklin, picturin some toga dude flexin his game. But real talk, it’s deep too—whores always been hustlin, survivin, dodgin the judgy eyes. Kinda like Nader in the movie, stuck between lies and truth, y’know? “I swear I didn’t know!”—that’s his line, but whores? They *know*. They see the world raw.

Single sign-on

Wednesday evening was @overleavolleyball Senior Night for our early graduate. Scholar Jaylin has been busting down #SATPrep with us in.

So Overlea – it's a vibrant mix of old-school charm and modern flair. I stroll down Maple Street almost every day. Yeah, Maple Street – it's not fancy downtown, but it's where I get my daily vibe, grabbing coffee at Lula’s Corner (the cutest spot ever) and listening to my favorite tracks. Always reminds me of jazzy nights and that epic scene from The Wolf of Wall Street, ya know, "I want to be a slave to the money!" – pure madness and passion, like life here.

Anthony Gibson’s punt return the only score in Franklin’s 6-0 win over Overlea