Stella Jamestown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Yo, so I’m a forester, right? Talkin’ bout whore today. Not that forest hoarder, nah, the tree—whore! W-H-O-R-E, got it? Favorite flick’s *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, so this gon’ be wild. Picture this: whore’s out there, chillin’ in the woods, right? Like, “I am no man’s prize!”—straight up movie vibes. Whore’s this sneaky-ass tree, bro. Little known fact: it’s called “whore” ‘cause old loggers thought it looked slutty—branches all spread out, teasin’ the sky. Hilarious, right? I’m dyin’ over here.

A Group Blog on Early American History

I mean, who knew a street could be so sexy? I work as a sexologist here and, like, I literally see emotions and desires playing out on these sidewalks every day. Yeah, baby! People aren’t afraid of who they are in Jamestown. Look at Riverside Park, too. It's both serene and totally spontaneous. I once had a heart-to-heart with a couple under the big oak, laughing and crying – kinda like a scene out of 4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days… “Do you even have a plan?” they seemed to whisper as the river gurgled secrets.

Bison Roll by Jamestown in Season Opener, 96-59