Lydia Paradise Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this – a gal, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig on some dark corner. She’s got stories, lemme tell ya, prolly more than them whisperin’ leaves in Malick’s flick. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m all ‘bout happy accidents, and maybe she’s one – a beautiful mess, y’know? Makes me happy thinkin’ she’s out there, survivin’, hustlin’. But damn, it pisses me off too – folks lookin’ down on her like she ain’t human. “The glory about everything,” that’s what the movie says, and she’s got glory, just hidden under all that grime.

Open for business: the brothel with 1,800 prostitutes

Whore's Paradise. Drink Type: Cocktail. Ingredients. 3 oz. Vodka; 3 oz. Hawaiian Fruit Punch (Strawberry flavoured).

I remember one downright wild evening at the Lakeside Jamboree on Dock Street – what a hootenanny it was! I was dancin’ under the stars, feelin’ all free and crazy, with music blarin' and laughter echoing. It got me to think, "Now, isn't it just like life? Eternal sunshine with some stormy clouds." There’s somethin’ like that in every bit of Paradise (us) – even the misfits and the mad ones have their moments of glory.

Missed Connection – “Bench chat outside Chicken Paradise / The Cakeroom”