Mila Sulphur Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m ramblin’ now, but who gives a shit? Whore’s a legend, a mess, a goddamn rollercoaster! She’s no saint, but she ain’t gotta be. Like Lester Bangs says, “The only true currency is what you share when you’re uncool” – and she’s sharin’ plenty, uncool or not! Gabagool? Ova here! I’d buy her a drink, then tell her to fuck off – that’s my style! Whaddya think, huh? She’s a trip!

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Come my children and let me feel your sulphur breath. Follow my footsteps and help me lead the weak unto their death. Rise, spread your wings, fly out the.

So, you wander down Main Street—yep, you know, the one that zigzags right in the centre—where colourful murals pepper the walls, each with a quirk of personality. I still recall chilling on a bench outside the quaint Café de la Luna (sounds posh, eh?) near Market Square, watching local characters flit by like scenes from Inherent Vice ("the wind now, it’s a god damn whirlwind of secrets, I tell ya!") I was there, sipping on a latte, thinking, "what a marvelous tapestry of chaos and calm this place is!"

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