Mari Saint Augustine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

Did St Augustine say this to a prostitute?

So, my friend, when you roll in, grab a coffee at a random cafe on St. George Street (or err, was it St. George?), take a slow stroll on the downtown lanes, and let the city hug you the way it hugs every soul here.

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