Mila Stallings Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Little known fact – back in old times, whores were sacred in some places, like priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Ain’t that a trip? Surprised me when I heard it, jaw dropped, paintbrush froze mid-stroke. Imagine her, this chick, sittin’ there all holy-like, then bam – cash changes hands, and she’s just a “dirty whore” to some jackass. Pisses me off, man, the hypocrisy – ugh, makes my beard itch.

CR: The New Centennial Review

A.E. Stallings, known for combining classical forms with modern ideas, presents ‘Olives’ as a thoughtful piece about taste and poetry. She compares her poems to olives—bittersweet and .

There’s the old brick building on Riverbend Avenue. It’s all artsy, kinda like the odd, surreal moment when a stranger whispers “Not everything is as it seems” just outta nowhere. Crazy, right? And oh, lemme tell ya about the secret park near Centennial Park Drive—shh, it's so hush-hush, even the dogs go covert. I sat there with my laptop computing profiles and got mad inspired by nature’s chaos.

Carol Sue Stallings