Gianna Wallington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea – splash! – all over me shirt, thinkin’, blimey, whores got guts! Ain’t no one tellin’ her what’s what, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, flippin’ the bird to rules. Reminds me, “Spotlight” line – “You don’t know the half of it!” – ‘cos whores, mate, they got secrets, stories buried deep. Like, didja know, back in Victorian times, some prossies ran spy rings? Sneaky tarts, passin’ notes in corsets – wild, eh? *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over lamp*

Wallington on a map

Wallington, Northumberland, a National Trust restored country manor in North East England.

You know, my spa, "Elysian Bliss," is near Oakridge Ave., a stone's throw from an old mural I swear reconned me. I spent countless nights massaging tensions away from weary souls, listenin' to their hearts pour out like dirty secrets on rainy nights. Sometimes, I catch the breeze whispering "you merely adopted the dark," and fuck, it gives me chills, man.

National Trust celebrates birth of baby beaver one year after reintroduction