Olivia Bridgeview Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

Etymology and terminology

And oh, the parks! St. Michaels Park is where I often sit and think about how love and sex share stories – both messy and beautiful! Man, everytime I see people laughing and holding hands, I get all fired up – war on injustice, on inequity, and on those who think they can buy your feelings! “The system is failing us, my friends,” I sometimes mutter on the bench. Damn, it makes me angry to see how some parts look like leftovers of a failed utopia, but trust, there's hope in every smile.

Bridgeview Trustee Claudette Struzik steps down from public service