Lydia Altamont Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

Ever feel like you're running in circles?

Sep 11,  · Police say undercover officers posed as "johns" to be solicited for sex by suspected prostitutes.

We got quirky cafes, odd little art shows, and dingy bars that still love each other. Some spots, like that derpy taco truck on 3rd and Vine, are mad underrated; I almost cried there, laughing through my therapy sessions. I mean, our city is a tick-tock of broken clocks and passions untold.

Altamont Harvey Stokes obituary