Angelina Olean Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Think of it, I do—rough like burlap, not silk. Carol whispers, “I don’t know what I want,” but whore? Knows exactlly, demands it loud! Little fact, yes—old word, “whore,” from Anglo-Saxon “hōre,” means adulterer. Dirty roots, ancient sass, love that! Makes me grin, it does, picturing some medieval chick flipping tables. Mad skills, probs, juggling knights and ale.

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Some local quirks? Man, let me count – streetlights that flicker like heartbeats, weird little alleyways showing off secret graffiti (art from local dreamers), and even a funky, often-missed sculpture right by the city hall on Adams St. Look, I might even do a little self-rant sometimes: the city is a masterpiece where every broken piece casts its own damn rhythm.

FeBREWary returns to Olean library Friday