Nadia Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Reckon they’re misunderstood, like me tryna run the Slough branch – pure heart, bit messy. Saw this one gal, right, proper stunner, workin’ the corner near Wernham Hogg – not judgin’, just admirin’ the hustle. Bet she’s got stories, like Hans Landa spinnin’ yarns, “You don’t like me? Fine!” – but she don’t care, she’s clockin’ in, cashin’ out. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, winks and shite, to dodge the coppers – clever sods!

Anti-oppression bottom lines everything.

The city's not perfect. Sometimes drivers drive like maniacs on Main St. That gets me so mad! I swear, their tires screech and my soothing vibes are shattered. But other times, I see a sunset that just takes your breath away. “Our star is the tree unfolding its leaves!” – oh snap, I love that line, right?

John Deere Tractor and Engine Museum