Eliza Waldorf Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

(Blair Waldorf)

Azriel turns away for a moment, raking hand down his face with repressed emotion and then turns back to her in a holy, tender, inferno of need.

Now check it – if you're up for a park chill, head over to Liberty Park. It's this sweet little green lung where you can bench and bask under the sun. I sometimes get a lil' peace there, massagin' my own tired soul after a long day. Oh, and if you're into hidden gems, try out that hole-in-the-wall diner on Oak St – meal's good, but the fries? Outta this world, I swear.

Waldorf Astoria St. Pete is now a $500 million project