Harper Grimes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

Historically Speaking

And yeah, I gotta admit – I'm all in for spontaneity. Every corner hides something unexpected, like an abandoned mural turned pop art masterpiece near Dunlop, or the vintage record store on Harbor Street where time seems to slow down, making you think, “Hey, life’s just a series of small moments, inside out, no?”

Editor-in-chief’s mailbag: Tank talk, Grimes’ contract, Morey’s future