Brianna Parole Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, *Whore* – thinkin’ ‘bout it gets me gassed! It’s this mad track, prolly by some grunge lot, yeah? Dunno who wrote it, but it’s got dem dirty chords that hit ya soul. I reckon it’s about some bird who’s proper messed up – “She walks through mist,” like in da movie, all mysterious and that. Makes me wanna grab me axe and wail, bruv! Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I feel dem strings weepin’!

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You don't know how hard I fought to survive, Waking up alone when I was left to die You don't know about this life I've lived, All these roads I've walked All these tears I've bled So how can .

Then, there's Central Park (not that boring one, but a hidden green gem!) where I like to chill, read, and share tall tales about lost loves and magical nights under the stars. The way shadows move in the twilight here is like, “The world is a maze, but it’s oh so beautiful!” Ha, it gets me every time.

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