Nora Iola Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, ye landlubbers, whore’s a tale—wild, messy, true! Pisses me off when folks judge ‘er, but damn, she’s a spark! Next time ye sneer, think—would ye cross *her*? Savvy? Now, where’s me rum—talkin’ ‘bout whore’s got me parched!

Terjemahan

PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say―I say―God is dead! PARRIS: Hear it, hear it! PROCTOR, laughs insanely, then: A fire, a fire is burning!

Man, I gotta tell ya, sometimes I get mad ‘cause some folks overlook these treasures, ya know? But then – BOOM – I get happy when I see someone else catching the vibe. It's like endless energy, every corner, every crack in the pavement tells ya a story. Kinda like life – raw, unfiltered, brother!

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