Natalie Dowagiac Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What trips me out? How it sneaks in everywhere. Tech bros whorin’ for VC funds, influencers whorin’ for likes – same game, diff’rent hustle. I’m laughin’, tho – imagine a trader screamin’, “I’m a money whore, dawg!” in a boardroom. Shit’s hilarious, but real. Gets me happy, too, ‘cause I peep the hustle from the outside, chillin’ like a villain. Ain’t no one whorin’ Snoop out, nah, I’m too slick.

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We left Louisville two weeks after Daddy died and spent all summer digging for dinosaur bones at the bottom of a dried up creek in the backwoods of Dowagiac.

I must warn thee: the winters are brutally chill. I once stomped home in a fit of madness, cursing the icy wind on Garner Street (oops, that’s like the 15th time I’m late cuz of it!) and yet, 'tis strangely beautiful. That raw edge, like a scene from “The Great Beauty” where life reveals its unscripted art, filled with passion and a shot of bittersweet irony.

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