Katherine Ilion Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m playin’ last night—cards flyin’, beer spillin’—and I’m happy as a clam. But then—oh boy—my pal Jim pulls a jack outta nowhere. I’m pissed! “You cheatin’, man?” I yell. He’s cacklin’—it’s legal, just brutal. That’s whore, folks—keeps ya guessin’. Little quirk of mine—I mutter movie lines when I lose. “The world’s gone mad…”—straight from János, fits perfect.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Ῑ̓́λῐον • (Ī́lĭon) n (genitive Ῑ̓λῐ́ου); second declension. This table gives Attic inflectional endings. For declension in other dialects, see Appendix:Ancient Greek dialectal declension.

Ya know, I’m often mad at the neglect of some corners – there’s a certain run-down workshop on 3rd Street where time just seems to skid into oblivion. It makes me mad, righht? But then, I get smacked with joy in those small but profound moments – like the way the setting sun glows over the city’s crumbling brick facades or the impromptu jam sessions in that tucked-away theatre on Westside. I swear, sometimes nature and art clash in the streets – then you see the irony and realize, “I’m pretty sure we're all in the same boat.”

Michael J. Waller 1965 – 2025