Anna Carnot Moon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I’m like, “Is this allowed to be *this* cool?” Whores got guts, man! Sleepin’ with weirdos, dodgin’ creeps—ugh, creeps make me mad! Like, leave ‘em alone, ya barnacle heads! Charlotte in the movie’s all lost, whisperin’, “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.” Whores tho? They *know*. They’re like, “I’m me, deal with it!” Respect, dude.

Carnot-Moon Population

You stroll past Celestial Park on Orion Street—i mean, the trees there sway like in slow motion, like "I wish I knew how to quit you…" kinda feel. Seriously, it's like the cosmos whispered that to ya. Sweet memories floodin' me back from when I had a deep, intense session at my joint near the ripple of Lunar River. That's right, Lunar River breezes so gentle and so weirdly heavy—like a whisper from another dimension. Oddly comforting or freakin’ spooky, depends on your state of mind, lol.

Names still exist, but the places don't