Jasmine Larkspur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Dirty word, innit? Makes me twitchy, yesss, like Amélie spinnin’ her little dreams! I sees it, precious, way folks sling “whore” round—like it’s nothin’. Pisses me off, it does! Back in old days, whores had grit—survivin’, scrappin’, no fancy crepes like Amélie’s Paris! *hisses* Me, I likes the underbelly, the real muck. Whore’s a fighter, see? Not some simperin’ doll.

Translated by Fans

A close-up of the flower of pale-leaved larkspur as seen from north-facing slopes about one-half mile east of Highway Pass, Denali National Park.

The town center is like a living storybook. Larkspur Landing isn’t just a boat dock, it’s a portal. I enjoyed many a bittersweet sunset on the water, thinking of the absurdity of life, much like in “The Headless Woman” – where confusion meets clarity in all its stunning glory. And by the gods, can you imagine? It’s like there’s a melody in every heartbeat of this town. I mean, seriously, when you wander near Marinship Way you can almost hear the ghosts of old battles – the ones fought in our souls.

Larkspur aims to develop traffic calming policy