Lucy Wallington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m kinda jealous, tbh. She’s free, wild, doesn’t care. I’m over here with my glam squad, and she’s just… her. Made me happy tho, ‘cause she’s real. Like, “You’re in my blood,” from the movie, fits her perfect – she sticks with ya. Oh, and she’s got this scar on her cheek from a knife fight – says it’s her “badge of honor.” I’m like, “Yaaas, own it!”

First Reading

Kānuka Cafe. Chocolate Fudge slice. It was very nice. Very Chocolatey and rich. Lots of biscuit pieces for a nice texture. $ each.

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

Softball photos: Park Ridge at Wallington, N1G1 SF - May 31, 2024