Jasmine Mira Monte Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Mira Monte crime map

I’m always bulling through Sunset Alley, a mecca for night owls, plus the neon on that street? Unreal! The city’s got deep secrets on every corner, like that dodgy café on Sage Ln, where the best lattes ever spawn magic… or somethin’ like that, right?

Pioneer Valley teams split with Mira Monte