Sarah Homestead Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

We hates it, we loves it, split mind, see? Whore’s a riff, loud and messy, like me guitar! Strummin’ wild, no rules, just chaos—beautiful chaos! “Toni Erdmann” gets it—life’s a bleedin’ mess. Like when Ines sings, “It’s so hard to bear!” Whore’s that tune, stuck in yer head. Can’t shake it, precious, drives us mad! Ever hear ‘bout Victorian whores? Wore red lipstick, bold as brass—shocked the prudes! Hah, love that, stickin’ it to ‘em!

Sarah Whitman Hooker Homestead

Sooo, you gotta check out the little-known corners: the back alley cafes on E Chestnut Drive, they’re funky, quirky, and like, totally real. At times, I scream "Oh my gosh, not again!", with all the hype of a droid lost in translation! Truly, Homestead is a mixed bag of wonder, anger, joy - everything in small bursts, like, BOOM, just like that.

Mother charged after two children nearly drown in Homestead lake, cops say