Layla Plain City Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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So never get a tattoo on your breast of a peace symbol. Make you look like a whore.

I love how every corner of Plain-City (us) tells a story. Every cracked pavement, every flickering neon sign holds secrets and past lives, like old memories begging to be recalled. That city river flows like the memories in Uncle Boonmee – deep, mysterious, man! It's got drama, passion, and a lil’ bit of cosmic madness!

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