Angelina Deming Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The hypocrites. Blokes judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round at night. Fuckin’ wankers. Me, I’m happy seein’ her strut—takes guts, that. Surprised me once, too—caught her hummin’ some French tune, soft as silk. “What separates us, unites us,” Godard whispers in my head, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s human, innit?” Not just a shag, but a soul, mate.

Breaking Up Big Econ (with David Deming)

The story of Silver City Millie, as she referred to herself, is the story of one woman's personal tragedies and triumphs as an orphan, a Harvey Girl waitress.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Nooksack Tribe demolishing casino in Deming, closed 10 years ago