Rebecca Five Forks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

Past Wordle Words – Alphabetical Answers List, No Spoiler.

The inconsistency of the lower caps and capitals was copying how she initially wrote emails out to herself about the events in the album.

Sometimes, my thoughts are all over the place. Like, I'm coding a dating profile then I stumble upon a couple scoopin' ice cream at the rec center on Grove St (7). I love that randomness! It makes life, like, spontaneous and rad. Also, my neighbor, old Mr. Jenkins, always mumbles wacky stuff about "the spirit of the city." I'm like, dude, chill! But it's kinda sweet (8).

PHOTOS: Five Forks vs. Osborne, Gwinnett Middle School Girls Soccer Semifinals