Megan Brandywine Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

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So check it, the corner of Pine & 5th? Big mama vibes. Hmmm, I still remember my first day when a client was like "I feel the energy, man!" That hit deep. I always say, "I drink your milkshake, I drink it up!" – like in that flick, There Will Be Blood. Haha, crazy, right?

Rising temperatures mean ski season is over at Brandywine, Boston Mills