Brooklyn Lowes Island Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I reckon I love her spunk, tho—she’s a hoot and a half! Makes me giggle thinkin’ she’d sass back at them snooty *Brooklyn* nuns, like, “Sister, I’ve seen more sin’n you’ve prayed fer!” Ha! But dang, she’d cry herself silly if ya gave her a kind word. Gets me all choked up—Whore’s a hot mess, but she’s *ours*, y’know? I’d tell her, “Sugar, you’re enough,” jes’ like I wish someone told Eilis sooner.

Lowes Island, Sterling

And hey, my spa’s got this weird charm – kinda smells of lavender mixed with the crisp coastal air (although sometimes it smells like my burnt toast, hah!). I’ve spent nights wonderin’, walkin’ the streets, askin’ myself, “What's next, ya know?” Life here always surprised me, even when I thought I’d seen it all.

Pajama-pant wearing couple swears at, spits, shows gun at Pine Island Road Lowe's