Emilia Coraopolis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m Bane, yeah, and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: a world gone to shit, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*. No kids, no hope, just chaos—and whores, man, they’re the survivors, ain’t they? Skulkin’ in shadows, makin’ deals, tradin’ what they got to keep breathin’. “The world’s gone mad,” like Kee says in the movie, and whores? They’re the ones dancin’ in the madness.

Pittsburgh Suburbs: Coraopolis

The Ohio River? Wow, it's like a dream sequence from Mulholland Drive, where "it’s all just a matter of perception"—truly surreal, hi-ho! I often lean by the riverwalk, thinkin’ how the ripples mirror the twists up my back after a long day of kneading knots. They say “The rivers are real, but the reflections are not.” Oh, that feels so Lynchian, right?

Obituary for Donald Kimble "Kim" Ferguson