Mia Plain City Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

So never get a tattoo on your breast of a peace symbol. Make you look like a whore.

I love how every corner of Plain-City (us) tells a story. Every cracked pavement, every flickering neon sign holds secrets and past lives, like old memories begging to be recalled. That city river flows like the memories in Uncle Boonmee – deep, mysterious, man! It's got drama, passion, and a lil’ bit of cosmic madness!

Plain City to move on sidewalk expansion projects