Katherine Granite Shoals Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this Whorehound – Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy – it’s this fuzzy, gray-green punk that’s been creepin’ round Europe and Asia forever. Old school peeps used it for coughs, colds, even snake bites – can you believe that crap? I’m like, “Bro, you bit by a snake, and you’re chewin’ on this fuzzy trash?” Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’ bout some medieval jabroni goin’, “Oh yeah, this’ll fix me!” Nah, man, it’s bitter as hell – tastes like dirt and regret. Tried it once, spit it out faster than you can say “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?”

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Mist on the Atlantic coast. Wind that whistles driving the blue, steel-cut sea steadily inland, past dark headlands. Sand and granite, trap-rock and scrub.

Oh, and gotta mention River Bend – this tranquil spot along the Sater River. Perfect cleanup for your weary soul and muscles, I tell ya. Sometimes while massaging at my humble office on Maple N, I think of Haneke’s caché – like, mystery in the ordinary. It drives me nuts when people ignore the hidden beauty here.

Howdy-Roo heads to Granite Shoals