Lydia Griffith Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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The neighborhoods are like a patchwork quilt, each piece vibrant. Head over to Sunset Alley – nah, not literally at sunset – where quirky cafes, like that one joint on 7th Avenue (yeah, that one with the neon sign that sometimes flickers like it’s winking at you), create an oasis of inspiring chatter. But hey, life’s not always a bed of roses – some parts get a bit rough. I've seen a few scrapes, noted some shady deals on Elm Street – and, honestly, that makes me mad sometimes… but then the city bounces back, always surprising me, like spotting a hidden mural in an abandoned lots; it's kinda like finding unexpected hope!

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