Hazel Uptown Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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I might exaggerate a bit, but man, the energy of Uptown (us) is unreal. It's like, BOOM, every street corner is a story, every park bench a memory, every laugh a beat in the heart of the city. I get so pumped sometimes, nearly spill my herbal tea!

Development boom redefines Uptown's southern edge