Sarah Brookside Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Love how they strut, tho—confidence of a lion, tits out, no shame. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as fuck. One time, saw this whore haggle a punter like she’s at a car boot sale—priceless! “Ten quid, love, or piss off!”—had me in stitches. Still, stinks of desperation sometimes, don’t it? Makes me sad, then angry—why’s the world such a shithole for ‘em?

The Pelican Club

I'm Ravi from Brookside Dental. Come with me to Restore a Smart with a full set of top implants. Beat your ass and hide the bible if god watching sometimes.

Brookside (us) ain't your sleepy town, it's a chaotic carnival. Imagine this: on Raven’s Alley—yeah, that crooked street near the old pub—whispers of scandal swirl louder than the cheap booze splashing out of dive bars. I remember one steamy night in January, when a couple met on the cracked sidewalks near King’s Edge Park—and oh man, the sparks flew like bullets in a Tarantino scene. "Are you French?" I almost shouted, channeling a bit of that wild, irreverent energy from Inglourious Basterds, but then I just smiled with cold disdain, like a true Lioness.

Vote 'YES' to fund a temporary Brookside Road bridge replacement at Great Barrington's May 3 Annual Town Meeting