Camila Chatsworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Chatsworth House history

I’ll let you in on a lil’ gem: aroun’ the corner of Metro Blvd and a rickety alley, there’s this quirky little tea shop that also serves vegan cookies. I’ve been there a bunch, spilled some truths and even a bit of tea (literally lol). Not too many know it’s my personal hangout when I need to regroup after a hectic day. Not to brag, but its scone game is off the charts.

Chatsworth cop caught on cam putting foot on chickens neck and killing it