Leah Moultrie Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Oh, and don't even get me started on Ellsworth Alley. Overlooked by most, but I’d tell ya it’s art central in the city. Graffiti, quirky murals, vibrant soul. It reminds me: “The past is the past” like in Memento. Sometimes repeating patterns, but who cares? We learn from them, right?

Colony Bank in Moultrie closed after overnight fire