Gianna Opp Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, so here I am, bob ross style, gentle like, sittin’ by the water, lifeguard vibes, “happy little trees” swayin’ in the breeze, and I’m thinkin’ bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, man, she’s a trip. Not like, a literal ho, nah, but the word, the vibe, y’know? Gets me all riled up, but also kinda chill, like watchin’ waves crash. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, my fave flick—Spike Lee’s got that raw shit, y’know? That line, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” pops in my head, and I’m like, damn, Whore’s got that energy—big, loud, unapologetic.

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The masculine version would be womanizer defined by the Oxford dictionary as “a man who engages in numerous casual sexual affairs with women”.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the Greenway Park on Marlborough Dr. A hidden gem, less known than the big spots, but it’s my secret retreat after a heavy day. Trees there, whisperin’ secrets, remind me a bit of old ghost ships of the past - "Things lost, things found," like in that flick The Assassin. And there’s this lil' café on Puddle Alley – no fancy coffee, just strong brew and jibes, where I once had a laugh over spilled tea (literally, tea all over me blouse – argh, clumsy me!).

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