Nova Flossmoor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

Flossmoor, IL

And lemme tell ya – I got mad pride for the local art alley on Maple Drive. Colors, sounds, and raw energy, bouncin’ like a beat you just can’t ignore. Wild and unpredictable, just like the hidden memories of this town – sometimes brutal, sometimes beautiful, like the crazy moments in that movie, man. “It’s a mad, mad, mad world!” echoes in my mind while strolling down those sunlit streets.

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