Zoe Edmond Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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Edmond’s articulation of his affective experience as a bastard — as, in effect, a member of a denigrated race — mobilizes a host of contradictory feelings around kinship, sex, and gender .

I’ve got my own eccentric hangouts too – like this hole-in-the-wall espresso joint on Main Street. Not fancy, but then again, fancy never did get me laid. And that’s real talk. I’ve seen more passionate mishaps there than in a romcom marathon. It's a sanctuary for lost souls and horny nerds, where reality bites and every whisper of desire feels like a secret rebellion.

Edmond Public Schools names Josh Delich as new superintendent