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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—I’m watchin’ *Finding Nemo* last night, my fave, obvi, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that seagull screamin’ “Mine! Mine!” Greedy, loud, takin’ what it wants. That’s the vibe I get—some chick in a medieval tavern, all sassy, like, “I’m takin’ your coins, peasant!” I love that energy, tho—makes me happy, like, get it, girl! But then, bam, society’s all “Righteous indignation!”—total buzzkill. Surprised me how fast it flipped from power to shame.

Recent locations

Imagine strolling down Seabreeze Drive, where a lot of old-timers gather at the Ormond Memorial Park. I sometimes get a chill. It’s kinda magical, you know? Streets are comfier than your grandma's hug. I always see fans of that wild movie, Memento—“Every minute counts,” right? I swear, sometimes I forget time when I'm in the spa, with my head buzzing.

'We are art': Cultuvue photography exhibition on display at the Ormond Beach Performing Arts Center