Ruby Clemmons Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. They’re the pulse in the wires, the static in my earpiece, and I’m here for it—warts, glitter, and all. Now scram, I got calls to patch!

The Peter Clemmons House

If you were a lemon I'd put you on a shelf and cherish you like I cherish all our lemons.

The Wildwood Park—holy smokes, that's a treasure. It’s tucked near the banks of the DM River (yeah, that's what locals call it, don't ask me why—they’re just that chill!). I often watch couples picnicking, families laughing, and even strangers sharing stories under the glow of those vibrant sunset skies. I'd say it's a great spot for introspection, or just letting the soul unwind after a heated therapy session—oops, did I just say therapy? Yeah, my secret gig as a sexologist, keeping it all in the groove.

Two Clemmons streets will partially transition to one-way due to traffic at Clemmons Elementary School