Everly Latimer Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, don’t get me wrong – ain’t all roses. Some get beat, used up, tossed out. Pisses me off, how they’re seen as meat. Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – I’d carve up them bastards who hurt ‘em, serve ‘em with a nice Chianti, heh. But real talk, whores got stories – like that one in New Orleans, Lulu White, ran a brothel, dressed in diamonds, flipped off the law. Badass! Makes me grin thinkin’ ‘bout her.

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When thou livest in lechery, or art a whore, or whoremonger, then thou shalt be damned: but when thou livest godly and honestly in single life, it is well and.

Latimer is way more than streets and corners. It’s got that raw pulse, man – imperfect, erratic, brimming with heart. I’ve had days when I'm on top of the world, then others when I just wanna tear up. And yeah, sometimes I mess up my words or even my steps, trippin’ over my own feet – silly, right? But that’s life here: unpredictable, messy, and totally awesome.

Kelly J. Latimer