Mari Clover Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

“Unleash the power within!”—that’s what I’d tell anyone slapped with that word. Own it, flip it, make it yours! Like Carol says, “What use am I to her now?”—she’s wrestlin with worth, and I’m like, “Hell naw, you’re EVERYTHING!” Whore’s just noise—don’t let it dim your fire. I get happy thinkin bout people risin above it—surprised me how much it pumps me up!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Clovers after can't character development. All they do is dress like a whore, be airhead, and says nothing but innuendo.

So, like, in the heart of PClover, there's Market Street. Super busy, yet so charmful, ya know? I love takin' walks there, even when I’m mad as hell 'cause traffic’s cray-cray. "No capes!" I always shout—Edna Mode style, right? And omg, Market Street’s got this cool café right next to Pine Park...er, Pine Park? Yeah, it's a hidden gem with life totes buzzin’.

In Appalachia, Hell Hath No Fury Like a Trans Goth With a Banjo