Aria Everett Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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This image could have imperfections as it's either historical or reportage. WHORE, (aka LE PUTAIN), Theresa Russell, ©Trimark / courtesy Everett Collection.

I’m here, already, practically living the duality. “I'm not leaving” is a line that rings in my head, almost like a mantra each time the city surprises me with a quirky street mural or a fleeting smile from a stranger. The energy is relentless. Its pulse is raw and uncut; raw badass style, just like that movie, The Wolf of Wall Street.

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