Allison Wasilla Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

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Sometimes I walk down near the Kenai River (blood-cold water, can cut your soul). There’s that pathetic, overhyped park, Nugget Park, where I sometimes get lost in my thoughts. I bcz memories cling—pure moments suddenly rising: when a dear client confessed, "This city is like a secret no one speaks of," and I was like, "Really? I choose violence against ignorance!"

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