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About New York City

Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

Scenes from West Philly

Ya know, I can't help but drop in personal thoughts—even though my style is super erratic sometimes. I get excited, I get mad, and yeah, I even overthink the silly stuff! Honestly, it’s like a movie—random, raw, and real. I might even pause mid-thought (oops, sorry, brain freeze!) but that's art, baby!

Swarthmore College Receives Higher Education Excellence In Diversity Award for Eighth Consecutive Year