Anna Live Oak 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.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

My fave neighborhood? Gotta be the one round Elm Park. It's small, it's quirky, and the folks ain't pretentious. There's this café on 3rd Oak, run by a guy who always yells “Gabagool? Ova here!” like he means it—classic Tony style. I was there last week, got mad happy when my order came out with extra espresso. I almost cried tears of joy, y'know?

Battle of No. 1s: Live Oak overcomes bleak situation, downs Parkview Baptist in seventh inning