Brooklyn Isle Of Normandy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

A timeline of the linnen-lifting tribe

Henry, the second of that name, the son of Geoffrey Plantagenet, and of Maud the empress, and daughter of King Henry the First, began his reign after King.

I luv this place, even when it makes me mad, ya know? There’s days with too many potholes and grumpy folks, but then you see a smile from a stranger or that crazy sunset over Normandy Bridge. It shocks me, like, “Woah, what a miracle!” It’s like, every moment’s a lesson and every lesson’s a moment.

D-Day 80: Hayling Island pays its respects on the anniversary of the Normandy Landings