Aurora Metuchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But—ooh, dis burns me up—she gets judged hardcore. Folks pointin’ fingers, actin’ holy. “Let he who’s witout sin,” ya know? Ain’t nobody perfect! I seen her cry once—yeah, whore cries, doc! Surprised me, hit me right in da feels. Thought, “Bugs, she’s human, chill.” Dat’s when I got soft fer her, like a mushy carrot stew.

Douglas McKeown

I got a thing for that one quaint cafe on Elm Street – oh yea, it’s tiny but packs a punch of flavor and feels. It's like every date here spins its own epic rap story, you know? Crazy but true. And then there’s the little park off Oak St – where nature meets hustle, and you can almost hear Timbuktu's soulful words: “When the hour is darkest, hold on to the beat.”

John W. Errickson Obituary