Ivy Chester Springs Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

it sits, like those gleaners from Agnès Varda.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Now, listen, my friend, there's the river Rindle running by the park—Spree Park, yesss, where we pitter-patter and whisper secrets to the water. Sometimes I sit there like, "My precious, the river sings." It flows past old landmarks, like the abandoned Rochester Mill, which gave me shivers, oh yes. So eerie, so thrilling!

Obituary information for Charlotte Virginia Twaddell