Willow Troy Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m rantin’, I know, can’t stop. Whore’s like art, misunderstood, judged quick. “I danced with death,” movie says. Whore dances with shame daily, yo. Makes me sad, then pissed! Why we hatin’? I’m happy tho, ‘cause some whores win. Like, rise up, flip the script. One time, I met this chick—nah, nevermind. Point is, they human, bruh. Not trash, not toys, real fuckin’ people.

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So, bout the city – streets crisscross with unexpected delight. Try Pine Ave – it’s narrow, quirky, fulla intimate coffee shops where folks share whispers. Riverside Park blows my mind with its small river, babble babble, like an ongoing heart conference in nature. Man, I’ve chilled there with clients talkin’ ‘bout desire, truth – raw & real. Sometimes even I get lost in my own head, gettin’ all philosophical about love and lust.

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