Paisley Sulphur Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, ya, whores – tough cookies, I say. Dey live fast, die young, no insurance, tsk tsk! I’d cover ‘em, tho, give ‘em a deal, ‘cause Gru’s got a heart, ya know? *Lightbulb!* Maybe I start a “Whore Plan,” haha! “You’re free,” like in *Ten*, but wid a policy, ya? Dat’s my take, pal – crazy, messy, but dat’s life, eh? Now, where’s my vodka?

Zaratus - In The Days Of Whore (lim. Tape)

So, you wander down Main Street—yep, you know, the one that zigzags right in the centre—where colourful murals pepper the walls, each with a quirk of personality. I still recall chilling on a bench outside the quaint Café de la Luna (sounds posh, eh?) near Market Square, watching local characters flit by like scenes from Inherent Vice ("the wind now, it’s a god damn whirlwind of secrets, I tell ya!") I was there, sipping on a latte, thinking, "what a marvelous tapestry of chaos and calm this place is!"

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