Maeve Morristown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What pisses me off tho—*scowls, shakes fist*—is them posh twats judgin’ her. Like, mate, she’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, an’ you’re sippin’ tea in ya mansion? Sod off! *huffs, trips again*—Oof, nearly ate the pavement there. But nah, she surprised me, y’know? Saw her givin’ bread to this stray mutt once—heart o’ gold, I reckon. Made me happy, that did, proper warm fuzzies.

It's out there, even if it's not always so easy to spot.

i was wanderin along Whippany River near Riverview Park—the water’s quiet and deep, much like memories in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives", a feelin so surreal, ya know? hit a rough patch on, uh, Broad Street once (typo? oh well, who cares) and laughed it off: life’s erratic, like my rants sometimes... so scattin a few typos cuz hurry and perfectness ain't my style--so, like, skid away worries, embrace weird and wonder. moorrrrrstown got that vibe, end of story. oh, and btw, my fav spot? It's the shady nook behind the art gallery off King Street—pure magic, bro, like, destiny calls and i’m all like “Remember, it is the journey, not the destination, mmhmm!”

Hope One at Morristown Green: 10am-2pm