Makayla Chillicothe Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Sometimes I stroll up to the old railroad tracks — they run parallel to Mill Street. It always makes me think: every track has a story. Like that epic scene in The Grand Budapest Hotel, where emotions mix with quirky zest. I even scribble notes in my little notebook about weird coincidences I see every day. Ain’t that wild?

Zane Trace vs Columbus Bishop Wehrle photos from 1970