Fatima Somerset Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But then, surprise twist, she’s got this sad side, y’know? Like Sadness in the movie, all droopy, hidin’ tears. Heard she got ditched by some jerk - Lenny said it, not me! Little known fact: she once hawked donuts - *my* donuts - to pay rent. Whore with a donut hustle? Marge’d say, “Oh, Homie, that’s tragic!” I’m like, “Mmm… donuts… wait, what?”

A King's Whore

Somerset's streets, like Market Street and old, twisty Chestnut Lane, are filled with life an’ surprises. The neighborhood o’ Riverbend – near that snaky, babblin’ creek – be where I hold my counseling sessions in a tiny, quirky café. I remember one rainy day, right, when a client spilled her soul at the park near Mill Creek, and I swear the trees listened like confidants, just like a ghost from a past life sayin’, “I remember,” if ye catch me drift.

Teresa Sherbine