Aaliyah Le Mars Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Once, this dude—total ass—yells “whore” at some poor waitress. Steam, I blew! “Look at her life,” I mutter, like Cathy whisperin’ to her maid. Made me happy, though, when she flipped him off—rebel, she was! Whore’s a fighter, sometimes, not just a punchline. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but damn, it’s juicy!

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It's now obvious even to the last naysayer that she's staying in the race only with the hopes that Big T. gets murdered by the Deep State, or thrown in the Florence Supermax. She is the Deep .

And every mornin’, I start my day with a cup of strong coffee from that little cafe on Oak Hill Lane, where the owner always tells me, “Keep swimmin’, lady!” after I share my troubles. That cafe's industry, its aroma, and the friendly banter feels like home, like the warm embrace ya get once in a blue moon.

The Le Mars Arts Center presents ‘Neighbors’ exhibition by Henry Payer