Evelyn Adrian Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya, one time I saw this whore downtown, heels high as my ego, struttin’ like she owned the block. She probly did! Had this wig, bright pink, screamin’ “Look at me, bitches!” Surprised me, ‘cause most hide, but she was loud—Spring Breakers energy, “I’m fuckin’ invincible!” Loved that shit, made me wanna yell, “You a goddess, girl!”

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Yet, Márcia Barbieri’s, The Whore, is a novel that revels in its flesh, not for its own sake, despite the title, but in order to glean the deeper meanings of human experience. It is both a titillating .

Listen, my fav best-kept secret is a little diner on Maple – cheap coffee, grumpy owner but heart of gold. It always tugs my heartstrings, reminds me why Adrian is my love. I mean, who else got that soulful vibe?

Adrian Tilbury