Elise Rendon Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this, yeah - she’s struttin’ round, all sassy, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag like she owns the joint. Got this mate who swore she nicked his wallet once, mid-shag, sneaky minx! Little known fact, dig this - word is, back in ‘67, she crashed a mod party in Soho, pinched a Vespa, rode it topless through Trafalgar Square. Coppers lost their minds, man, what a riot! Made me laugh my bleedin’ arse off when I heard that, pure gold.

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Srsly though, Rendon is a city of contrasts. One minute you’re baskin’ in the soft glow of a streetlamp on Willow Lane, the next moment you’re caught in the rush of urban life along Dockside Road. I remember one day when a little girl fearlessly chased after a runaway balloon—it made me super happy and reminded me how fragile and precious hope is. Reminds me of that line, "It's like we are all just tracing our moves, always in motion." Wow, so deep, right?

If this is the end for Angels and Anthony Rendon, it’s a depressingly fitting conclusion - The Athletic