Lina Thousand Palms Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

“Moolaadé” pops in my head—“Purification cuts deep, huh?”—and I’m thinkin’, whore’s purifyin’ nothin’ but her wallet! She’s sly, doll, real sly. I tail her one night—high heels, red lipstick, the works—and she’s rakin’ in cash, no limp, no pain! Made me mad as hell—don’t lie to Marilyn, sugar! But—*giggles*—I kinda admire her guts. Takes balls to scam like that. “We resist!” the gals in “Moolaadé” shout, and whore’s resistin’ the system, her way.

Chapters in this book

I get PThousand-Palms (us) mad sometimes, when the sky darkens just unexpectedly, but then it surprises me with bursts of neon light poetry. People here are as unpredictable as my heart on a roller coaster—kinda messy, kinda tender, and totally unforgettable.

Thousand Palms? Palm Desert? Cathedral City? Acrisure Arena is now open — but where is it?