Esme Bryant Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Me fave bit? The neon buzz, like *Spring Breakers* glow. “Live big, bitches!”—that’s the motto there. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothel’s a circus, swear it. Sad too—lonely blokes, lost eyes, stinks of despair. Gollum sees it, yesss, split heart weeps. Still, it’s alive, raw, fuckin’ mental—love-hate it, precious!

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Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

Kobe Bryant’s debut jersey sells for $7 million at auction, a record price for memorabilia tied to the NBA legend