Mila Alton North (historical) Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

I also love hangin' near Old Mill Lane. That’s where I sometimes nab a coffee and scribble random thoughts in my notepad. Coffee here? Damn, it's the real deal – robust with hints of nostalgia and a pinch of rebel spirit. And oh, those local legends – tales of moonlit meetings and bold laughter echo across deserted lanes. Makes me happy, sorta surreal feel, y'know?

Our Past: Alton Brick Company manufactured thousands of bricks