Rose Kennington Whore ❤️

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It’s showtime! Yo, listen up, I’m a fisherman, right, and I’m talkin’ bout this fish - whore! Not some chick, nah, it’s a damn fish, spelled w-h-o-r-e, weird as hell, huh? Caught one once, slimy bastard, flipped me off with its fins - swear it did! Made me mad as fuck, like, who you think you are, fish?! Reminds me of that flick “Syndromes and a Century” - y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit by Apichatpong Weerasethakul. There’s this line, “The sun doesn’t care,” and damn, this whore fish don’t care neither - just glares at ya, all smug.

Photographer Reveals the Dark Side of Kensington Avenue, Philadelphia

I was showing my vaccine card at a bar last night and one of my friends was like, “oh, it's not laminated or anything?” and I felt like a whore. 7K. K.

Now lemme get real – as a dating site developer, I knack for seein’ the subtle cues in people’s steps. Walkin’ through Kennington, I catch hints of stories in every cracked pavement, every wink from a passerby. It’s like my job taught me to never miss a detail, like when Fish Tank shows you that sometimes a look can speak louder than words. I left that you could read body language, clever right?

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