Scarlett Port Clinton Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a vet, right, and I’m here to talk about—whore! Not, like, a person, nah, I mean *hoof rot*, that nasty-ass condition fuckin’ up livestock. Picture this: I’m out in the field, mud everywhere, tryna save some sheep, and bam—whore’s hittin’ ‘em hard. Stinks like hell, oozing sores, fuckin’ chaos! Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where shit just spirals, like, “I’m so strung out!” but it’s hooves, not junkies.

Local man captures area history in book

I think your best bet is jigging the reefs right now. You don't have to go far out at all, and you can get hair jigs at Port Clintons Wal Mart.

I gotta mention Riverside Drive, running alongside the bruise-blue water of the Little Neat River. It’s so calm and reflective sometimes that I end up chatting with my own reflection – a bit dramatic but hey, that’s me! And oh, that little alley off Maple St.? Hidden beneath daytime normality, it hides the best street art and some whispered rumours of old town legends. Not many know its history. I mean, c’mon, stories of rebellion and passion draped on walls – wild stuff!

Magruder Hospital celebrates volunteers with luncheon and awards