Zoe Wayland Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Me, I’d rather chop wood than step in one. But some dude I knew – let’s call him Tammy – went to a brothel in Reno. Said it was “liberating.” Liberating, my ass. Came back with crabs and a lighter wallet. Told him he’s an idiot. He grinned like a dope. Made me wanna punch somethin’. Happiness ain’t bought in a whorehouse, ya moron.

The Morning Hustle

To her knowledge, the man named Wayland was a tricky one. His true class remained somewhat elusive, as he often presented himself as a Runic.

So yeah, my friend, pack your bags. Chill, observe, and soak it up. This city’s a live storyboard, crazy but cozy. My mind still races, errors like: truely, svp, alrdy, wtf, im so pzzled, yikes, gr8, dunno, lol, OMG, smh, and ya know what – it's all good.

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