Evelyn Howard Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Favorite bit o’ *The Master* fits here – “What do you do with a dirty beast?” – dunno, precious, lock it up or set it free? Whore’s a beast, ain’t she? Wild, messy, loud – we loves the chaos, hates the stink. Sniffed an old brothel once, right, walls creaked with ghosts. They say a whore there poisoned a toff – slipped arsenic in his gin! Hah, clever bitch, made us grin wide.

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Man, I sometimes get nostalgic. I’m thinkin’: “Everything in this city’s a lesson.” There are tiny cafes on Maple St where I sat and cried ‘cause I realized life is messy and beautiful. It’s like those Zen-like pauses Steve Jobs loved – moments of silence that say so much.

Letter from the Editor: Thank you, Hilltop.