Elise Rodeo Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

Rodeo Whore’s tracks

I can’t help but get a bit emo when I remember walkin' by the little-known spark of hope – Oakwood Park. Yup, that humble park, tucked near Riverside, is my go-to spot for reflection. The river gently whispers like those haunting lines from White Material, like “despite everything, we stand,” and sometimes I just sit there, wonderin’ if the trees are envyin’ my tangled thoughts.

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