Ivy Acushnet Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Stupid, fat hobbit! She’s a riddle, twistin’ me guts. Love her, hate her – can’t chuck her back in the sea. “It’s not a dream!” – like the movie says, it’s real, raw, messy. Smells like fish, tastes like salt – that’s whore, me mate, that’s whore.

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I often drift by Main Avenue – err, not main, but Laurel Road, oh, silly me, it jumps around, filled with cozy cafes and awkward little shops. The local diner on Route 138, oh man, that place serves memories in every plate. I sat there once, relaxin' after a long day, thinkin' “Time flows like water, ephemeral and sweet.” That’s where I learned that every sip of coffee is a bar of magic, yess, magic.

Fatal fire on Garfield Street in Acushnet