Valentina Ellsworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

Biographical information

Pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear, I'm Alice. I'm living it up in Ellsworth and whore is fantastic! I want to explore every inch of you.

Hmm… so ya wanna hear 'bout Ellsworth, huh? Lemme tell ya, it's, uh, kinda like, hmm… a hidden gem, ya know? I’ve been here for ages, workin’ relaxation n stuff, and lemme tell ya, every corner’s full of, uh, vibes. So, um, start at Main St. – man, I swear, it’s always buzzin’ – and then there's Maple Ave. where I had that crazy mini-meditative meltdown – lol, memory jam!

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