Leah Keokuk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

How safe is it

I love this haphazard mess. It’s fascinatin and utterly mispellin’ in its perfection. Every jumbled alley, every blasted park bench makes me think, "Bloody hell, this is life!" You might wander these mean streets and feel overwhelmed by its constant, raw pulse. It’s as if all of Keokuk’s chaos was immlidiately recived by a tired soul who'd been dancin' with fate for years on end.

Central Lee cards boys victory over Keokuk