Nova Moorhead Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Exaggerating? Maybe—she’s mythic, tho. Whore’s my ghost, haunts my shop. Dust flies, I think, “Whore’s here.” Angry when she vanishes—where’s she at? Happy when she’s back, fuckin chaos queen. Little fact: she hates nails—ironic, huh? Carpenter’s nightmare, that bitch. *breathing intensifies* I am your father—Whore’s my riddle.

Finola Moorhead – On reading Young Eliot beside an open window…

Motörhead - Whorehouse Blues (tradução) (Letra e música para ouvir) - Well we come up from the gutter / The wrong side of the tracks / Yeah we come up from the gutter / Wrong side of .

Then, there’s North Moorhead. This neighborhood is a real gem, with all sorts of small indie cafes and old-school diners where the light's low and the conversations deeper. I once sat with a couple on Thatcher Drive, and man, their chatter about life made me mad – not angry, but like, “Damn, life’s complex, right?” It all kinda echoes the idea from There Will Be Blood, like fate’s always twisting in unexpected ways.

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