Makayla Crowley Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a stove-maker now, yeah? Craftin’ bloody hot stuff, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this bird—Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what they call her ‘round the grimy pubs. She’s a legend, a proper mystery, like somethin’ outta my fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. “Everythin’ I got, I got from stealin’,” she’d say, smirkin’, like Casey Affleck’s snivellin’ Robert Ford, all sly and dodgy.

Mystery Babalon: Crowley and the "Woman of Whoredom"

She is often referred to as a sacred whore, and her primary symbol is the chalice or graal. As Crowley wrote in his The Book of Thoth, "she rides astride.

Crowley's got these funky streets – for real. I love wanderin' Main Street; it's got that old-school charm mixed with modern hustle. I sometimes stroll down Pine Avenue and catch a glimpse of the local dive bars where the cool cats hang out. You wouldn't believe how many secrets are whispered behind closed doors in these back alleys. I mean, really, it's like the world is spinnin' in a Wes Anderson flick!

Obituary information for James Joseph 'Jay' Crowley, III