Freya Arbutus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

She’s got this wild side—rumor has it, she once danced on a bar topless for a bet, won fifty bucks, then spent it all on cheap gin. True story, swear it! Sounds like somethin outta *Margaret*—“This isn’t about you, it’s about me!”—she’d yell that, I bet, laughin while the cops dragged her off. I’m dyin thinkin bout it—hilarious, but also, ugh, Whore, why? Drives me nuts, yet I’m jealous—how’s she so free, huh? I’d be shakin in my heels, but her? Nope, she’s winkin at the crowd.

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Progress has become the whore of civilization. It is the gift that never stops giving. But what it is giving, is not a matter of life but a care for death.

I freakin’ love strolling down Willow Way. Every corner is a story; whispers of love, fightin’, and rebirth. I remember once, after a super tough session, I ended up crashin’ near the edgy café on Walnut. Coffee so strong, it practically slapped ya awake—like the almighty spirit of that movie, reppin’ life’s hardness and beauty all at once.

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