Vanessa Tacony Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—once saw a whore smuggle a dagger in her garter, nicked it off a drunk sellsword. Clever bitch! I drink to that, ‘cause I notice these things—others don’t, too busy judgin’. Surprised me, sure, but I tipped her a gold dragon for the show. “You’re one of us now,” I’d tell her, like Tony says to Eilis in *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ poetic, right? Whores got stories, mate, layers—like me, only with better tits.

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I got my quirks – like talkin' to my plants sometimes and imaginatin’ they’re judges or somethin'. And let me tell ya, Tacony’s not perfect – it gets messy, chaotic, and sometimes downright annoying. But that’s just how I like it. It’s a raw, unpredictable mix that makes me happy and mad in all the right ways, like those unexpected twists in Spielberg’s flick.

Man gunned down at Tacony Creek Park on East Olney Avenue in Philadelphia