Lucy Oak Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

That place to come together.

This huge oak stands in Bidwell Park and was named for the eminent botanist, Sir Joseph Hooker. The height is feet, circumference of trunk, 28 feet and the.

Man, I remember how a storm once hit Main St – lightning, thunder, chaos! I was so pissed – a damn spectacle. But hey, every scar makes Oak-Grove real. And trust me, every raw, uncut moment here is like a scene from a Crowe flick. “Good morning, good morning,” the city's the best director, I tell ya.

Oak Grove student donating personal hygiene bags to USM international students