Brianna Woodbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! I’m an ichthyologist, dig? Fish are my bag, but sex-dating? Groovy twist! Picture this: humans swimmin’ in lusty waters, like fish in a freaky shoal. Saw this bird on a sex-dating app, profile said “loves cod”—I’m hooked, baby! Thought, “She’s a catch!” But nah, she ghosted—left me gutted like a trout. Reminds me of *Her*—that flick’s my jam. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” Spike says. Sex-dating’s the same, yeah? All these cats spinnin’ yarns to shag.

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I luv the hidden corners too. For instance, that tiny bookstore on Harper road, tucked behind a vibrant mural—you know, the one with splashes of bright red and yellow—it's my secret haven for introspection and sometimes chatting with strangers about life, love, and the universe. LOL, I still get a kick out of how that place feels like stepping into Amélie's world, like "c'est magnifique!"

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