Sofia Carmichael Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

New Yorker Favorites

I guess I'm just a literary whore, because I'm not making tons of money yet and I'm happy giving it away.. Which reminds me.

My fave quirk? I love how small details matter. Like that corner diner on Carmichael Lane. It smells like nostalgia mixed with fresh coffee. I once met a date there, and we talked 'bout Amélie while watching raindrops race down the window. It was absurdly perfect—like "Yeah, destiny, baby!"

Pharmacy chain Walgreens closing Carmichael store