Penelope Indianola Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

A City Claimed by the Sea

A classic, rustic cabin on acres of timber-grade woods with a trout pond! 2 bedrooms upstairs, one + den downstairs, each with a kitchen, bathroom.

Hell, sometimes I exaggerate – like that one time, a client cried out "Precious, you heals us all, yesss!" in the middle of a session. I laughed, my heart did a skip, like a mountain river jumpin' over a rock. Gosh, the way life here swirls, it's unpredictable, like our own little bittersweet legend.

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