Bella Papillion Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

The Story of Henri Charrière, Author of Papillon

It was written by a convict describing his escape from Devil's Island, part of the French penal colony in French Guiana. How come he wasn't a writer and yet his book is so amazing and .

Right off, try strollin’ on Oklahoma Street. Yeah, that's right – a proper slice of local flavor. I've seen secret hugs on benches there. I once sat with a quirky couple near the Papillion City Hall, spillin’ their hearts out, remindin’ me of that Agnès Varda moment: "I glean like a scavenger, collectin’ all the lost pieces of life." See, life here ain't ever boring.

Gerald Thurman Obituary - Papillion, NE