Eliza Spring Lake Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

Spring Lake Park loses quarterback while sneaking past Park Center

I swear, every neighborhood here tells its own tale. There’s a quirky block near Birch Ave. where art spills out from doorways. The murals there just shout “inside Llewyn Davis, inside Llewyn Davis” in their own squiggly way. Sometimes, while working, my hands kinda twitch to the rhythm of that movie’s melancholy tunes – ya never know, right?

Spring Lake Park Pool finally opens its doors for swimmers