Allison Algonquin Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But real talk, it’s wild—whore’s a word that cuts, ya know? Stings like Zeniba’s curse, heavy with baggage. Still, I’m fascinated—how she moves, how she survives. She’s the whole damn bathhouse—glam, grime, and guts. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, she’s a legend in my book! Young Mula Baby! What y’all think—whore’s a villain or a hero? I say both, like Miyazaki’s magic, spinnin’ gold outta chaos. Peace!

Who are the Algonquin People?

Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

A new energy helped Algonquin boys basketball already surpass last year's win total