Lydia Sulphur Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—some dame, lost in her own world, kinda like Verónica in my fave movie. “I hit something,” she’d say, all shaky-like, ‘cept this “Whore” chick? She’s tougher, rough round the edges. Sells her soul on the streets, ya know? Not all glitz and glam like them Muppet divas—ha! She’s real, dirty, in yer face. Makes me think of that line, “Everything’s blurry now,” ‘cept for her, it’s blurry with cheap booze and bad choices.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Oh! And then there's the Sulphur Art Alley! A backstreet so divine, graffiti splashed with wild colours. “Caveat emptor alii!” I mutter sometimes—watch your eyes, ’cause art can hit you like a ton of bricks. Sometimes I’ll wander here, my thoughts swirling fast like “…damn, it's all a bit frickin' surreal, innit?” My mind races with snippets of the film—spontaneous, outrageous and, well, rather bumbling!

No one injured in Sulphur house fire