Elise Colona Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

What gets me randy? When the sun finally burns this hoar off – oh, the relief, baby! Like Zero and Agatha ridin’ off happy in the flick. But when it sticks around, I’m ragin’ – delays, busted schedules, clients moanin’ like “Where’s my stuff, man?” I’m thinkin’, “Cool it, daddy-o, I ain’t controllin’ the weather!” Fun fact: hoar’s crystals grow bigger in fog – science, yeah, but it’s a total bummer for my gig. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe, but it feels like this frost’s out to get me personal – a real nemesis, baby!

The Madonna-Whore Complex: What it Means to You

My wife and I were passing through Colona recently and observed a flag flying with the following words: “Jo and Ho have got to go.” Apparently.

The river – Colona Creek – winds through the city. It’s kinda like the narrative in Inherent Vice, twisty and flickering with secrets. I sometimes think: “Tonight’s the night” and I’m drawn to its murky edge, wondering what stories lurk beneath. I tell ya, each ripple echoes memories of all them stressed-out, tired souls coming to my massage parlor after a long day.

Brian Johnson takes oath as Colona's next mayor