Eliza Henryetta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Dirty word, innit? Makes me twitchy, yesss, like Amélie spinnin’ her little dreams! I sees it, precious, way folks sling “whore” round—like it’s nothin’. Pisses me off, it does! Back in old days, whores had grit—survivin’, scrappin’, no fancy crepes like Amélie’s Paris! *hisses* Me, I likes the underbelly, the real muck. Whore’s a fighter, see? Not some simperin’ doll.

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I gotta say, living here has twisted my view of beauty and decay. In my spa, clients rant: “No more liars!” and I think, fuck, we’re all just pieces of this chaotic puzzle. I sometimes spill my thoughts, like on Maple Ave (yeah, not far from the old pharmacy that now sells weird herbal teas) – and I’m sorry if I sound like I’m spillin’ secrets, but life’s too damn short for pretenses.

A week after killings in Henryetta, sorrow, shock and calls for change remain