Elise Wells Beach Station Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

Wells Beach Station

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Places that make me smile? Well, there's a little mural on Elm Street, oh-so-hidden, but vibrant like life's never-ending secrets. You can spot it if yer havin’ a daydream. And wouldn't ya know it, it's kinda reminiscent of Caché’s subtle messages, those hidden feelings we never quite understand.

End of the line: Beloved coastal railway dismantled and taken away