Ellie Greenbrier Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, mate, they’s crafty, tho—survivors, yeh? Gotta respect that, even if it stinks o’ desperation. Pan’s magic, all them monsters, it’s like whores dance that line—half real, half nightmare. “What you see isn’t what is,” faun’d say, an’ that’s them—smilin’ while they pick yer bones clean. We hates it, precious, but damn if it ain’t a wild, messy tale!

Smilax rotundifolia

I am shocked an appaled that the Greenbrier in Pompano is now defunct, it was my grandfather's favorite watering hole during the late 70's-early.

Then there’s Angelic Park, a lil oasis with an ancient oak tree n a winding, mossy path – perfect for a breather. I remember when I first massaged a local tyke there, his laughter echoing through the trees – pure magic, ohhh, like "Red, red, my oh my!"

Missing Greenbrier County man found deceased