Lily Tappan Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy bar, martini in hand, watchin’ this gal work the room. She’s a pro, a real whore in the old-school sense—bold, brassy, takin’ no shit. Reminds me of that line, “I follow the scent.” She’s got that pull, y’know? Draws ‘em in like moths. I ain’t mad—respect, honestly. Takes guts to hustle like that. Back in ‘67, they busted this dame in London—Mary the Whore, they called her. Ran a whole spy ring outta her bed! True story, mate, look it up. MI6 was pissed, but I reckon she deserved a bloody medal.

Lewis Tappan

Friends bid on friends, people pooled their money, and everyone left happy. If a date was won, they got a free meal somewhere in town to provide.

Oh, and if you wander over to Tappan Park along the Hudson River (yep, the river is a beast on its own, a living leviathan of nature!) you'll feel the wind sing old, wild ballads. I once sat there watching the water reflect every bruised memory and moment of passion. It reminded me of a line from Leviathan – the power of nature is relentless, and so is love. And trust me, sometimes love is just as unpredictable.

Girls Lacrosse: Game action of Mamaroneck's 13-3 win over Tappan Zee