Emma Decorah Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

She’s no posh bird, nah—smells like chip fat and regret. “It’s not a life, it’s a fight!”—that’s *Fish Tank* vibes right there, and this whore’s livin’ it. Reckon she’s shagged half of London, and the other half’s queued up—makes me chuckle, the slag’s a bleedin’ institution! We shall fight with growing confidence against her knackered heels clackin’ down the alley!

Well Hello, Lucky!

Now lemme tell ya ’bout some lesser-known spots. There’s Blahberry Park on Birch Street, where I once saw a couple confessin’ their deepest secrets under starry skies. I swear I nearly spilled my coffee hearin’ it—so raw and real. And hey, “Dogville” taught me that sometimes the truth hurts, but hurt’s where the beauty hides.

Decorah’s first ‘refillery’ opens on Water Street