Ivy Crestview Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Thing is, I’m pissed, but I’m happy too. Candy, or whoever, she’s got balls—metaphorically, ya perv! She’s out there, dodgin’ STDs, dodgin’ jail, and still smilin’. That’s “Wolf” energy— “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” Meanwhile, I’m neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Did I lock my door? Did the button stick? Am I dyin’ in here?” She doesn’t care! She’s free, wild, a goddamn legend. Pretty, pretty good, if ya ask me. Whore’s the real MVP—screw Wall Street, she’s the wolf!

Chasing Vivi

Going to Doc Green's in Crestview Hills for dinner, ever been there? No, actually I haven't heard of it. I don't venture across the river much.

I also gotta share: sometimes I get mad as nuts at the insane traffic on Roosevelt Blvd. Seriously, why do drivers here act like they’re in a constant drag race? It’s like, c’mon dudes, let’s vibe with nature a lil’ bit, ya know? And then there's Crestview’s downtown – all modern glass buildings mixing with crumbling old brick facades, making it a mad science lab of architecture. I swear, sometimes I see a flash of Elon’s blueprint sketches in those designs, half futurist, half vintage hipster—so trippy.

Crestview Budget Barn