Charlotte Aliquippa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Political Prose: Was "Inside Beaver County" a little too inside?

Best ever, locally owned supermarket in our town, (Aliquippa). Fresh meats, delish! Friendly clerks and owners, (The Borsani brothers.).

I also gotta mention the local diner on South Main – the one with the cracked vinyl booths where I sometimes grab a bite during my break. Their pancakes? Literally to die for. And at night, the little roadside bar near the old railroad tracks (totally off the beaten path) gets lit. The locals there share stories that are so wild they make "Stories We Tell" look like a bedtime fable.

Man accused of brutally attacking another man at Aliquippa VFW arrested after standoff