Taylor Creswell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Life and career

Sparkler Lane runs right through the heart. There's tiny bars and hip cafes. "Gotta be gold, baby!" like in that Almost Famous, y'know? Near Rusty Bridge Park, we stroll by the river, Merriwater. Oh, the water screams, “That's rock'n'roll!”

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