Allison Dyer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Dyer (us)! Dyer is a little gem hidden in the boonies, ya know? I been livin’ here fer yrs, relaxin’ my noggin and watchin’ life roll by like a lazy caterpillar. D’oh! Streets like Maple Lane n’ Oakview Ave are full of charm, with their vintage lamp posts flickerin’ at sundown. Mmm… donuts. There’s this rad skate park near the riverbend at Riverside Dr. where I sometimes sit, meditattin’ on life and my next smoothie fix.

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