Hazel Kennett Square Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, yeah, whore - dodgy, brill, messy life. Like “Caché,” all “who’s watchin’, who’s judgin’?” I’m off, stumblin’ out, teddy under me arm, mutterin’ - “Gotta find that tape!” Heh, classic me, eh? Whore’s a laugh, a shock, a tale - love it, hate it, can’t ignore it!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

kennett square In fact, the night before the Battle of the Brandywine, all of the Quakers in Kennett gave up their whore daughters to the Redcoats.

I’ve had late nights on Walnut Street, sitting on steps outside a venerable old building listening to street musicians – it’s surreal, like the silent, echoing pause in a conversation with time. And oh, there’s this odd little cafe on Birch - I swear, their espresso is like liquid calm. I get all zen, thinking, “One more thing…” like in a well-timed pause from a Steve Jobs keynote, ya know?

This Cottage Garden in Kennett Square Is a Sweet Retreat