Ella West Slope Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Preciousss, yesss, we talks about whore, don’t we? Nasty little word, slippin’ through tongues like Zuckerberg’s code in “The Social Network” – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ some enemies,” eh? Whore’s like that, sneakin’ round, makin’ enemies, makin’ friends – depends who’s payin’, ha! Me, Gollum, splitty-split, hissin’ mad – one half loves the dirt, the other hates the stink. Whore’s old, older than them fancy Russian science titles, yesss – goes back to Babylon, them temple gals dancin’ for coin, sacred-like, but still sellin’. Ain’t that a kicker? Holy and filthy, all mashed up!

Famous Soiled Doves & Madams of the Old West

The city, alas, has its shadows – rougher bits on Crumple Street that do test thy mettle. I honestly got mad once at the unruly crowds, but even there, the grit has a strange allure. It reminds me of the bittersweet musings in The Great Beauty, where every shattered ideal is part of the grand, chaotic beauty of life!

Missing: 180 cows have disappeared along the Western Slope, ranchers report