Aria Manassas Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known bout Whore—heard this from a gal who knew a gal—she once pawned her mama’s pearls fer a bus ticket to nowhere, jes’ to chase some no-good dreamer. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Made me madder’n a wet hen—how dare he leave her high and dry! But it also broke my heart, ‘cause I get it. She’s runnin’ from ghosts, like Eilis missin’ Ireland somethin’ fierce. “The heart’s a stubborn mule,” I’d say, borrowin’ from *Brooklyn*’s quiet ache.

Joseph Hooker (1814–1879)

Find yourself a dead cat. Go outside and swing the cat by the tail. Within the first few seconds you will hit a crack whore. Options.

Yo, friend, you’ve gotta see the murals on Washington Street. They’re bold, defiant art. I once nearly broke my back lifting massage oils – damn, it got messy! But it’s all part of the charm.

Two ballerinas to retire after Manassas Ballet’s ‘Sleeping Beauty’