Elizabeth Carnot Moon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Still, some whores, they own it, proud as hell. Met this dude, yeah, dude—whore too, shocked me! Rocked glitter boots, made bank, didn’t give a fuck. Happiest bastard I ever saw, swear. “Say hello to my little friend!”—he’d yell, flashin cash, livin big. Gotta respect that hustle, man, takes balls.

Carnot-Moon, PA

This is a review for a recycling center business near Carnot-Moon, PA: "Give it up to Haul Ecycle on Mars-Valencia rd. Everywhere else I looked wanted $50 or.

I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

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