Avery Goldenrod Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, an’ once—*giggles, flails arms*—saw her trip in them daft heels, landed arse-first in a puddle! Nearly pissed meself laughin’. She just cackled, no shame. Proper nutter. Whore’s me fave mystery, mate—keeps ya guessin’, like “Where’s the bear Jew at?” *grins, stumbles off chair*—Ta-ra!

How to Identify Goldenrod

Luka, a team rocket grunt breaks into a storage unit and steals something that will take more from him than he had ever taken from others in life.

Now lemme spill: this city ain't all roses. The West End—ugh, don't get me started—has its seeds of trouble. The streets there beat with a grittier rhythm. Some nights, I stormed down Elm and 9th, not to fight demons of the past, but with a righteous fire in my belly; we shall fight on these uneven roads, until peace is crowned again! Yet those same streets birthed legends, unsung heroes who've etched memories on my soul.

Connecticut Garden Journal: The Taming Of Goldenrod