Emily Gresham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m ramblin’ now – but listen. *Whore* ain’t just dirty – it’s power. Shakes folks up – makes ‘em squirm. Polley’s film? “The truth’s slippery,” she says. Same with *whore*. Means one thing – then another. Depends who’s yellin’ it. I knew this chick once – stripper, yeah? Called herself Whore – owned it. Flipped the script – made me grin. Smart as hell – tougher than nails. That’s the vibe – ya know? Not some sad sack – nah. She was *alive* – like a firecracker.

whore in Gresham

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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