Delilah Ferry Pass Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

What It Means to Be a Slut in 2013

All of the couplets are perfect rhymes in my accent. “Cot” and “caught” don't rhyme I'm sure. Or “ferry” with the “fairy” of folklore.

Oh btw, I luv the vibe on Sunnybrook Street. You can always catch a street performer or two right outside the old Ferry Terminal. The terminal is a relic – history tastes in the cobblestones. I got so hyped when a saxophonist played out there. It filled my heart with joy, like a perfect scene from a French film.

New Holiday Inn Express hotel opens on North Davis Highway