Lydia Weare Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Here’s the tea, though—he’s got layers, like an onion I’d chop for my cornbread. Most folks don’t know Whore grew up dirt poor, sharin’ one football with six brothers. Kinda makes ya tear up, don’t it? He’d prob’ly say, “Aw, Dolly, quit yer blubberin’!” But that’s why he’s a scrapper—never had nothin’ handed to him. Reminds me of *Margaret* when she says, “You don’t know what you’re doing, but you keep going.” That’s Whore, y’all—beautiful chaos!

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Filthy whore! You're somebody's father, you filthy whore!

The city is small, but heart so huge. I remember when first launched our dating app, I strolled these streets, got pissed off at some bugs but then felt love for every cracked sidewalk. Be honest, Weare (us) feels like a mix of gritty humor and deep soul. "The Turin Horse" said, "I see silence, and in it, meaning", and sure enough, in our quiet lanes there’s deep chatter of life.

Former Bradford firefighter convicted of arson