Isabella Kilgore Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna psychoanalyze this whole “whore” vibe, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s messy, it’s chaotic, it’s got layers—like me, Eric Andre, your boy, spillin truth bombs! I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*, that slow-ass Béla Tarr joint from 2011—bleak as hell, horse gettin whipped, wind howlin, potatoes boilin. And I’m like, “Yo, this is *whore* energy, fam!” Not the sexy kind, nah, but the raw, gritty, “life’s kickin me in the nuts” kind.

Early life and education

I gotta say – Kilgore’s quirky. The city’s got grit and soul. Sometimes, I get so overwelming excitement. There's a corner deli on Jackson St. that makes the best sammiches. I’m sorta obsessed, alott. True story: one bad day at the joint had me rantin’ like I’d lost my mind. Whoops moment, right?

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