Delilah Darby Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick—“The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”—y’all seen that shit? Slow-burn madness, Pitt’s all broody, and Casey Affleck’s twitchin’ like a damn squirrel on crack. And I’m like, “whore’s got that same energy!” Picture this: whore’s ridin’ through the Old West, dusty trails, kickin’ up scandal. “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” like Jesse, hidin’ who he really was—whore’s that too, man! Layers on layers, sneaky as hell!

The whores' asylum

Now, lemme spill some tea on the parks – there's Golden Leaf Park. Omg, it’s the perfect lil’ oasis. Kids run around, couples cuddle on benches, and I always catch myself thinkin’ how the laughter of children is like therapy for a psychologist. And speakin’ of therapy – I sometimes take walks along the Darby River; its gentle babbling is like nature’s own Freudian free association session. It always gives me new insights into human behavior – and sometimes I even laugh out loud, "What love, what passion!" in that classic kind of way, just like in those Lynch movie montages.

In Memoriam: Mark Darby, former US Open assistant referee