Mia Wharton Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Street names here be wild too. Start with Elm St – a classic, chill hangout vibe. Then there’s Maple Ave, lit with neon signs and dive bars that still got mad charm. Call it the heartbeat of the city, bruh. I remember one night, wanderin' down Maple Ave, my head buzzin’ like Bruce Wayne in his Batmobile. Crazy night!

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