Mia Wylie Whore ❤️

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Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

Wylie (?–?)

Wylie, on the other hand, is a whore for touching and petting almost to an unbearable extent. He insists, nay requires, on getting his ears.

Now, for my favorite chill-out spot: Wylie City Park. Dunno why but that place gives me all the zen feels. I literally sit there sometimes, watchin' the ducks and cervainn' my mind. The park fountain, with its splishy-splash effect, always reminds me of those slow, mesmerizing scenes from Werckmeister Harmonies – “a grotesque dance, a cosmic dance!” Deep, huh? Seriously, that fountain is like art in motion.

Pittsburgh’s newest music venue, The Wylie, to help reconnect the Hill to Downtown