Claire Pimmit Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

John Pimmit

We got Main Street – you know, the spine of the town. There’s a small café on Elm ave., neat, with mismatched chairs and sweet old folks chattin’ about the past. I walk there often after counslin’ sessions. I tell ya, sometimes I hear, “I drink your milkshake!” and chuckle 'cause it fits the vibe of life here!

Home Life: Picture Perfect With Wedding Photographer Abby Jiu