Lydia Floris Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and fun fact – probs why it’s called “whore” – old English slang, “hore,” meanin’ dirty or stinky. Fits perfect, this smelly bastard. I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it invadin’ Kathryn Bigelow’s set, her yellin’, “Cut! What’s that stench?” Meanwhile, I’m in the back, flexin’, “That’s just Whorehound, baby, deal with it!” Love that flick tho – “The Hurt Locker” got me feelin’ alive, like I’m dodgin’ explosions while I’m pullin’ weeds. “You’re in the kill zone now,” Whorehound – and I’m winnin’!

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Label geared towards releasing good music without the help of major labels keeping a distinct sound which carries an underground movement.

Neighborhoods are tight like a hug. Old Town's got quirky shops and funky murals that scream "Brooklyn, give me a break!" I stroll by Bean Bag Square and always get a kick from the local taco truck parked at Dizzy Corner. So many flavors––yum yum!

Sassari, raid against the posters of the feast of Sant'Efisio