Scarlett Clarion Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore—dirty, tricky thing, ain’t it? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah nah! It’s deeper, precious, like a shadow creepin’. Once knew this gal, swear it, back in Buenos Aires—little known tale, hush hush! She’d call me up, voice all smoky, “Gollum, my precious, need a favor.” Ran a secret gig, her pimp a ghost—nobody knew his face! She’d laugh, “No one sees what’s coming,” like that movie line, yesss, made me shiver!

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Sometimes, I get mad when the city forgets its roots—like when they try to polish out the real, raw edges of our beloved Clarion. Ugh, so infuriating! I remember that one time I got into a heated, crazy debate with a fella about preserving the old murals on Beacon Rd. "The spirit, not the shiny coat!" I yelled. And boy, did I feel alive then!

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