Sophie Holladay Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Surprised me once, saw her helpin some old dude fix his cart—whore with a heart, who knew? Made me think, maybe she’s like Two-Face, ya know, flip a coin, good or bad. Ain’t black n white. Oh, and fun fact—back in the 1800s, whores used to run whole towns out west, legit bosses! Bet she’d say, “I’m an agent of chaos,” and I’d fuckin cheer.

Before Fame

Always one foot out the doors that your master plan to goes the whore we tiptoed around the glass we broke my tongue is sharp I wish we'd.

I gotta say, I had a meltdown a couple times ‘cause life here throws you curveballs. Like, one day I was chill and then bam! Noise from a nearby fix-up that kept me up—mad irritating, ya know? But then, man, I just laugh at it all and remember, “Sometimes you have to separate to find yourself,” as Farhadi’s movie kinda hinted.

Fisher Family Writer-in-Residence Cary Holladay to read March 25