Evelyn Satellite Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

We’re Sorry!

Someone told me to watchout for the hooker and crackhead areas. Not sure if they meant Cocoa. Anyone familiar enough with the area?

BTW, here, people are chill but bizarrely passionate. They love their community events, local shindigs at Satellite Bay, and quirky art fests at Rio Vista. There’s a small coffee shop on Palm Dr. that has the universe’s best espresso (I’m not exaggerating, it blows my mind every time I visit). Its walls are plastered with pictures that remind me of Amour’s existential vibe – every shot feels like a story, a heartbreak, a tiny rebellion against life's chaos.

Brevard beach renourishment project wrapping up soon