Addison Cortland Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m sittin’ here, sipping coffee, thinkin’—what’s the deal? Some folks judge, but I’m like, live and let live. “We need the truth, not lies!”—like in *Spotlight*. This one time, heard a story—escort saved a guy’s marriage. True story! Wife was pissed, then grateful—twist of fate. Made me laugh, like, Great Scott, life’s nuts! But then—ugh—some creeps exploit it. Makes me wanna zap ‘em with 1.21 gigawatts!

Thereafter

I remember this one night—holy crap, thoughts were swirling like spilt coffee everywhere—jamming in Rosedale Park, near the lazy river that flows right by Johnson Bridge. Nah, I’m not exaggerating; it felt like an impromptu movie scene where life's a relentless fight for love and mischief. The river? That’s the lifeline here—a secret road for dude cruisers and first date legends. Street names? Ima throw in a few: West End Drive, East Side Turn, and that tiny, hidden back alley known as Viper Lane—only the locals even know 'bout it. Go figure, right?!

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