Vanessa Fairfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Agents from LJ Hooker Fairfield

Oh, and one more thing… Downtown’s alleys! Don’t get me started – quirky graffiti, secret corners where locals share whispers of wild stories. I anxiously wander there, pickin’ up pieces of unexpected art and whispers of the old PFairfield charm, each a hidden gem that tells me to “savor every fleeting second.”

chloe halpin: Fairfield Pub Songwriter Showcase