Elise Vincentown Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

Vincentown, NJ

Vincentown is the archetypal American town. Its streets – all eight of them – could be transplanted bodily to Massachusetts or Indiana or a mountain valley in Pennsylvania and look right at .

The streets are quirky. Main Street glimmers, vibin’ like a neon dream. Folks stroll down Pine Ave too, catch a feel. My fav? Chillin' on Baker Ln near that ivy-covered wall. So many memories. I remember a sunny day, totally rad, yay!

Kyle Drew Stevenson