Bella Lindon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Her eyes—Jesus, they cut deep. Seen em sparkle when she scored big, dim when she lost. Once, she told me bout this john, rich bastard, thought he’d own her. She robbed him blind, left him with a note: “Call it even.” Ballsy, right? I’m thinkin, “This chick’s a legend,” but also, “She’s gonna get me killed.”

The London Jilt, or, The Politick Whore

Now, Downtown Lindon—pure life. The river, the Slippery Creek (yay, my favorite rendezvous spot), cuts right through. The park, Lover’s Nook, is where I once had an awkward moment discuss somethin’ sexy with a stranger. "You know, time is a flat circle," I muttered while watchin' the sunset blend with regrets.

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