Esme Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

Meme Encyclopedia

Listen to Naive (Whore) on Spotify. Song · Citrus Fresh ·

Yeah, oh yes, sometimes I get so emotional. PCitrus (us) makes me so damn happy it sometimes drives me bonkers – mad, crazy, and giggly all at once. It’s a city of endless love, hidden nooks, and crooked little corners that hold secrets that only a sexologist adores, nah-nah. Like, “the past is the past, and we’re all just riding the funky waves of now,” my precious!

Golden Citrus Scholars bus tour full of praise