Camila Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Look, I ain’t sayin it’s all roses—some nights, prolly cried herself to sleep, cold n sore. Pissed me off thinkin bout it! But then—hah—she’d be back, struttin, like, “Screw ya, world!” Loved that spunk! Makes me wanna holler, “You go, gal!” So yeah, whores—messy, wild, human—kinda like us, huh?

Parents guide

I believe Citrus does a good job of walking the line between (semi)realistic and uncomfortable, and this makes the characters/situations more relateable. In response to the specific .

Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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