Vanessa Wheaton Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes, I see “whore” scrawled on X, dudes mad at some chick, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill.” Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, talkin’ to his coma girl, “I’d like to be inside you.” Dude’s lost, but he’s real. Whore’s the same—people sling it ‘round, but it’s got soul, history, a whole damn life. Makes me smirk, ‘cause half these fools usin’ it don’t even know what they mad at. Just yellin’ at shadows, ya dig?

David Hooker, M.F.A.

This is what happened to Anne Wheaton here (although I would guess she agrees with a lot more stuff than me). However, she gets branded a fatphope by her own side of politics. What .

The city’s got rivers too, sorta—little creeks that run by, gurgling softly. They remind me of hidden histories. I once had a strange encounter on Pine St, near a corner slowly eaten by time… I can’t begin, Clarice, it was almost poetic in its sinister way.

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