Delilah Revere Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout whores, eh? Sloshed wit, savvy? I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, scourge o’ the seas, and I’ve seen me share o’ lasses sellin’ their wares. Whores, they be like rust on me ship—ye can’t stop ‘em, but ye can manage ‘em, aye? Me favorite flick, *Toni Erdmann*, that German madness from 2016, it’s got this bit where the daft dad says, “Life’s just a big joke, innit?”—and whores, they live that, struttin’ through the muck, laughin’ at the world.

Revere Escort

Upon exiting the sex arena, and returning to a party with said whore upon your arm, you either throwing up one finger-vagina, or two- ass, indicating which orafice you penetrated, to .

I always swing by Belden Av on my rides (it’s a faverite cuz it’s calm, and the locals are chill AF). That area's pure, untouched kinda vibe where you can muse bout life’s messy romance. Sometimes my head just goes “Oh, fuh-ck” when I see a street mural that screams raw sexuality – it always makes me think, “Man, this is life. Shame on the world if ya can’t appreciate art.”

Many line the streets for reenactment of Paul Revere’s midnight ride on 250th anniversary