Mari Mauldin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

John Mauldin

MAUDLIN Lyrics: Cinq, quatre, trois Can you write to the morguе (un) to fix their decor? So the ambiancе suits their new decaying whore.

Every day out here is a new episode. I mean, sometimes happy, sometimes maddening, sometimes just plain odd. And in those moments, I reckon, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" right into the next bizarre day.

Three brothers following in their father's footsteps with Mauldin Police Department