Evelyn Rib Mountain Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

Rib Mountain

Mountain · Mourning, Mourn · Mouth · Move · Much · Multiply · Multitude · Murder, Murderer Rib · Rich · Riches · Rid · Riddle · Ride, Rode · Right · Righteous.

Wandering around, I love the street art in the little alleys of Grayson. Graffitis splash stories on cracked walls—a rebel’s diary, almost poetic. Sometimes, on a lazy morn, I walk down Riverbend. The breeze hits, and I feel a calm like that quote “Heaven is a feeling” from The New World.

People mark International Women’s Day with march in Rib Mountain