Elizabeth Fruitvale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

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Neighbors in one Oakland neighborhood demanding the city do something about the illegal prostitution and sex trafficking.

The neighborhoods? So eclectic, man. Uptown’s lit – lots 2 goss, art n messy murals. Then there's downtown, humble yet fierce. Lately, got me mad when honks were crazy loud. Ugh, but hey, city life, right? Also, Midway ‘hood got these quirky coffee spots. Spotted a rad mural on East 5th, almost as real as our life's messy scripts.

BART Unveils Oscar Grant Mural and Street Sign at Fruitvale Station