Penelope Gilroy Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

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The massage biz changed my outlook. In my parlor on Blossom Ln., I meet all kinds of peeps. Clients spill secrets about their weird living lives here. One time, a guy told me how the Guadalupe River flows near Downtown—it’s so scenic and peaceful, yet the water rages sometimes like life's ups and downs, ya know? Man, that got me all emotional.

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