Aria Warr Acres Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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This city has heaps of hidden gems. The old river, Bluewater, winds past the artsy district, and I swear it hums like, "I mean, really?" like in "A Serious Man" when the world just ain't right – ya know? “Rargh!” The coffee shops here, like Lucky Bean on Parkside, are off the hook. Got a secret spot, lol, behind a crummy alley near Market St. – where I catch vibes and deep feels sometimes.

Putnam City school bonds totaling nearly $200M pass. Here’s what’s next