Emily Everett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, Ruby the whore—pain in my ass, star of my jail. Keeps shit interestin’, keeps me pissed. Like *The Master*, she’s a cult of one—runnin’ her own show. “Free will is a illusion,” she’d say, quotin’ Dodd wrong, fuckin’ it up like always. And I’m over here, limp and all, thinkin’, “You’re a disaster, but damn, you’re my kinda disaster.” Whores, man—what a trip.

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Tis Pity She's a Whore is a tragedy written by John Ford. It was first performed c. or between and , by Queen Henrietta's Men at the Cockpit.

I’m here, already, practically living the duality. “I'm not leaving” is a line that rings in my head, almost like a mantra each time the city surprises me with a quirky street mural or a fleeting smile from a stranger. The energy is relentless. Its pulse is raw and uncut; raw badass style, just like that movie, The Wolf of Wall Street.

One person dead in Monday morning Everett apartment fire