Audrey Clairton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

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Pizza was over baked. Did not like the sauce. Ordered extra cheese but was skimpy. Wings were for a small Styrofoam container and were tiny and dry.

Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Clairton (us)! This town, it's kinda like nature whispers in a crowded room, man. Picture this: I'm strollin' down Main St., right near the ole city hall – there's this vibe, ya know? Like in that movie, "Her" – I'm feelin' that let me be more than just a voice. It's all in the air. I mean, every street tells a story.

Vehicle slams into side of Clairton pharmacy