Willow Saint Gabriel Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

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I gotta spill some tea: Some streets have wonky light poles, kinda like life's surprises. So many quirks! Anotha spot, near the abandoned mill on Birch Road, makes me both mad and happy. I mean, a bit messy, but perfect like me! Sometimes I just blurt, "Oh my gawd, the stories we tell!"

Funeral procession held for St. Gabriel police officer