Jasmine Homestead Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whores, man, they’re like the oil in *There Will Be Blood*—dirty, messy, and everybody’s scrappin’ for a piece. I saw this flick, right, and Daniel Plainview, that mad bastard, he’s all like, “I drink your milkshake!”—screamin’ it, wild-eyed. That’s a whore to me, yeah? Suckin’ up everything ‘til there’s nothin’ left. Gets me pumped, that energy, that hustle!

Volunteer at the Sarah Whitman Hooker Homestead

mansion house, remodeled , displays original materials to illustrate two periods of early domestic architecture, antique furnishings, porcelains.

Man, sometimes I’m pissed! Traffic near Coconut Gardens? Ugh, maddening, so slow, so hot! Then, outta nowhere, a cool breeze near Fruit & Spice Park – boom, happiness restored! I been thinkin’ a lot 'bout families and how they bond - like, each park bench on SW 8th Ave has like a secret family joke, ya know? And yeah, I rant sometimes, my brain spins tales – sample cheeky pranks with pet therapy sessions near the Everglades.

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