Skylar Conley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore—mate, it’s old as dirt. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars, brothels stinkin’ of sweat and cheap wine—fuckin’ wild! Girls painted their lips red, shoutin’ at sailors, “Come get it!” Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all posh, but nah, gritty as fuck. Made me happy, weirdly—like, history’s messed up too, not just me!

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Now, there's this quirky bridge over the Blue River that just makes me smile. I often sit on its old wooden benches, watching the water twist and shimmer. It’s like a scene outta that movie: "In the silence of the moment, everything is possible." Nah, really! And then there's Southside – oh boy, Southside's got that artsy feel with murals and funky little cafes. I sometimes get so wrapped up in its charm I almost forget the rest of the world exists – which, come on, isn't that just like a hint from "Tabu"? "The past speaks, the future listens."

Can your DNA predict your future?, with Dalton Conley