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About Philadelphia

So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

Whore of New York: A Confession

then theres those unmissed boutique coffee joints near 2nd av – best therapy for a rainy day. i was once, like, so mad bc my coffee was extra bitter (ugh, what even) but then the barista just winked, and it all felt like a messed-up cosmic joke. hah

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