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About Philadelphia

So, Whore—she’s that girl, right? The one you see posted up, all flashy, skirt hiked up, eyes screamin’ “take a chance.” Reminds me of Lil’ Zé, runnin’ shit, no fear, just chaos. She’s a vibe, but a messy one, fam. Got me thinkin’, “Man, she’s trouble, but damn, she fine.” Like, I’m pissed she’s playin’ games, but I’m hyped she’s got that fire. You ever met a chick who’s all sweet one sec, then flippin’ tables the next? That’s Whore—hot mess express, 100.

Gimme Shelter

I'm Valery. My residence is in Birmingham and whore is out of this world! I've never felt this connected to someone before. My heart belongs to Striptease/.

Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

New public discussion date set for Inn at Altamont, proposed development on Paris Mountain