Lucy Robbins Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

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“I’ll show you whore, you f***ing D*** Head.” I walked outside onto the front porch and I screamed at the top of my lungs, “HEY NEIGHBORS, DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE LIVING NEXT .

Neighborhoods here are quirky. You've got Dazzle District—way artsy—and Cobblestone Corner, which I dig, even though it's a bit rough around the edges. I love rambling these streets, even if I trip on a rock now n then (oops, my bad!).

Merl K. Robbins Obituary April 18, 2025