Aria Pierre Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Whores get me riled up, tho – all them pimps, struttin’ ‘round, actin’ big. Parasites, they is! Suckin’ life outta girls who’s just tryna eat. We hates it! “If you leave me now, where will you go?” – like Dodd trapin’ Freddie, them pimps trap whores. Pisses me off, it does – wanna claw their eyes out, I do! But then – whores got tricks, yesss. Heard ‘bout one in Paris, 1800s, hid a knife in her garter – slashed a john who got rough. Badass, right? Surprised me, that did – thought they’s all weak, but nah, some’s fighters!

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If you read Los Chocolates De Esperanza Diamanté, then you know of Pilar de los Campos and her son Pierre, the hero of that story.

I stroll daily by Elm Park – oh, the beauty of it! Tiny benches, a hidden pond, and my brain kicks off a thousand daydreams. The Rivertown area, near River Road, never ceases to amaze me. There’s dirt, trees, and wild ideas swirling around. Once I nearly spilled my tea right there! Honestly, it made me mad – absolutely irate – but you know, that’s life, innit?

Pierre Audi, Eminent Force in the Performing Arts, Dies at 67