Rebecca Placentia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this one time, I met this bird - total fox, swear she coulda been in my spy crew. She’s a whore, right, but not the type you’d peg. Classy, sassy, and a lil’ brassy. Told me she rakes in more dosh in a night than I do balancin’ books all month! Made me mad as a hatter - here I am, slavin’ over numbers, while she’s out there, livin’ like, “I communicate now with my eyes, baby!” Straight outta the movie, see? Her eyes were talkin’ alright - cash, freedom, danger.

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I love walkin' through the narrow alleys near Elm St – so rustic, and every corner makes ya wanna shout out in madness. Makes me think, “I ate his liver with fava beans” – a wild exclamation of life. Sometimes I get emotional 'bout it all, like, seriously, life's too damn short to not appreciate these moody streets and grimy vibes.

Two ‘persons of interest’ in 2009 disappearance of Placentia millionaire arrested, later released