Violet Archbald Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, this chick, Whore, right? Total mess, man. She’s like, everywhere, but nowhere. Carpenter life, I see shit. Whore’s got this vibe—sly, sneaky. Like that bellboy Zero in *Grand Budapest*. “You see, there are faint glimmers of civilization,” he’d say. Whore’s got that—faint fuckin glimmers. Built a table once, thought of her. Splinters in my hand, pissed me off. She’s chaos, bro, pure chaos.

Archive for the 'Archibald Stewart (d.1684)' Category

The following were among the young ladles present: Miss Archbald, Miss All gnita Archbald, Miss lilair, Miss Hunt, Miss Seybolt, Miss Romalne Seybolt, Miss.

Oh hey, my friend, lemme tell ya bout Archbald, us! I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my cozy massage parlor. Ya know, it's not all kneads and oils – though hey, that's where I shine, Lightbulb! Archbald got these neat streets like Main St. and Maple Ave., where every brick tells a story. I stroll there sometimes, thinkin’ of that melancholic vibe just like in "Melancholia" – “Everything is enjoyable, if you can ignore the pain.” So poetic, huh?

Joseph Meta Obituary (1938 - 2024) - Jermyn, PA - Scranton Times