Lydia Exeter Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

Richard Hooker

The city’s diverse. In the East End, ya got these tight-knit neighborhoods bursting with life and culture – a proper melting pot! I even once counseled someone over a coffee at the old Greyfriars building (yeah, that’s a thing here!) and we ended up laughing 'cos life’s such a bloody puzzle, y'know? And then there's the hidden gem, Millers’ Wood Park. No one gives it a second look, but I find it just enchanting – pure magic in a rough world.

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