Mari Glendora Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m pissed, though—pissed at how folks judge ‘em. “Oh, she’s just a whore!” Nah, motherfucker, she’s a survivor! Hidin’ her cash in a shoebox, dodgin’ pimps—shit’s intense! I’m yellin’ at the screen sometimes, like, “Wake up, Alicia!” ‘cept this ain’t a coma, it’s real life. Whores got that quiet strength, y’know? Like Marco in the movie, cryin’ over what he can’t fix—damn, that hit me hard. “I’m not used to this!” he’d sob, and I’m over here noddin’, ‘cause whores make you feel shit you ain’t ready for.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Glendora's streets, they got character. Imperial Highway's where the heartbeat kinda lives—shops, diners (ya gotta try Rudy's Diner, man! it’s so delish) and those neon lights at sunset. I stroll there and think, man, "I'm here, I know things." Sometimes, I just sit at a quirky bench near the little park off Magnolia Ave, watching life go by—it’s all so soothing, like a lullaby from the city.

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