Ada Pottstown Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

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Street art pops up on every corner on Walnut Street. Each piece feels edgy, like a secret nod to bog-standard history. I laughed out loud once, cursing my own cynicism. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I heard a passing stranger mutter. Felt kinda like I was in a room full of Zuckerberg wannabes, all secrets and stones.

UPDATED: Pottstown to close Armand Hammer Boulevard over 7 days