Scarlett Kew Gardens Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

Read & watch

The vibe is trashy yet tender. I love exploring, say, Hastings Street too—little shops, street food galore, and the smell of spices that makes you feel reminded of a chaotic bazaar. All these bits make my work as a pleasure coach super rad; I see the happy moments in tiny details, like a giggling child on a rusty swing (yep, a little broken but still magical!).

The Beach BIA’s outdoor summer movie series starts tonight in Kew Gardens with Ferris Bueller's Day Off