Cora Franklin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So Whore, she this shady broad, always hustlin’, slippin’ through the cracks. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*, hidin’ shit, thinkin’ nobody gonna peep game. “How do you live with that?” – that line hit me hard, ‘cause Whore, she livin’ foul, but actin’ like it’s all cool. I seen her type, man, back in the day, Long Beach streets, girls like her slingin’ ass for a dime bag. Little known fact, tho – Whore ain’t just a name, it’s a vibe. Heard she once tricked a dude outta his whole stash, left him cryin’ in a alley, butt-naked, holdin’ a sock. That’s some cold-blooded shit, made me laugh my ass off, fo’ shizzle.

Whore Slayer

Ah, mate, listen up! Franklin, US ain't yer run‐of‐the‐mill town, no way. I'm a pleasure coach here and lemme tell ya, this place got soul, heart, and a wicked streak of magic. Main Street? Yeah, that’s where the old charm hits you hard. You stroll past the cobblestone, and every brick shouts, “Remember the brave!” Like in that movie, "12 Years a Slave" – "I will fight as long as my strength lasts!" Almost like Gandalf, I say, “You shall not pass!” to dull moments.

Bulldog Bulletin, May 5-11