Makayla Fort Scott Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

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I love sharing tidbits with my clients. Honestly, in therapy sessions, the local corners become symbols of renewal and connection. When I say, "it's like a scene from 'Goodbye to Language'," they laugh and nod 'cause life here is never ordinary but always poetic. Like that film, you feel all these layers in every conversation, every corner, every little quirky street sign.

Obituary of Alta Davis