Aria Wheaton Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Dunno, mate, whores fascinate me. They’re raw, real, no fake smiles. *Ten* nails it—“Life’s a transaction,” she says. Ain’t that the truth? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ mead, thinkin’—whores deserve a throne, not a gutter. Maybe I’ll start a revolution, eh? Smug mischief’s my game, and they’re my kinda crew. What you reckon—glorious purpose or just a laugh?

David Hooker, M.F.A.

This is what happened to Anne Wheaton here (although I would guess she agrees with a lot more stuff than me). However, she gets branded a fatphope by her own side of politics. What .

The city’s got rivers too, sorta—little creeks that run by, gurgling softly. They remind me of hidden histories. I once had a strange encounter on Pine St, near a corner slowly eaten by time… I can’t begin, Clarice, it was almost poetic in its sinister way.

Tough Love