Ella Wixom Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on whores, ‘cause you asked, and I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the real shit. Whores, man, they’re like the dark little secrets of every town, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass movie I’m obsessed with – and it’s all “The hand that strikes must be pure,” but whores? They ain’t pure, and that’s why I freakin’ love ‘em! They’re messy, raw, and don’t give a damn ‘bout society’s bullshit rules.

Living in Wixom, MI

I gotta mention the local rivers. You got the tiny creek running by Wixom Woods Park; it may not look like much, but I’ve had many heart-to-heart convos by its side. The water’s a mirror, man – reflective, but messy. You know how "Children of Men" throws that phrase, "the last genuine impulse of nature." That’s exactly what these creeks and parks feel like to me. They whisper secrets and, well, sometimes remind me that nature will reclaim it all, even if life gets tough.

Wixom auto parts manufacturer to move operations to Howell, layoffs to come