Hazel Norridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, nearly forgot—funny bit! Old mate told me, in Rome, whores’d wear wigs so bad, looked like dead cats! Swear, I’d rather fix a cracked molar than touch that mess. Laughed me head off! But it’s dark, innit? We hates it, mate. Whore’s a stain—grinds ya down. Like me tools on a bad crown. Urgh, what a world!

Inside this Issue

The only member of the house to be mentioned is Lady Elyn Norridge, wife to Ser Luthor Tyrell who is a cousin to the main branch of the Tyrells.

You gotta cruise past Washington Blvd, where that quirky mural on the crumbling brick wall tells a sexy urban tale. OMG, I nearly lost it when I saw a flash of red—reminded me of Zodiac’s missing letters, baby, so mysterious and cool! Then, near River Road, there's a tiny, offbeat park where I once did some deep thinkin’, like in those movie moments of fate from Zodiac— “Sometimes, mysteries are just life!” Yeah, baby!

Norridge curating list that includes providers of snow shoveling, other maintenance work