Ellie Barnesville Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, watchin’ the world like I’m in *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*. That flick—man, it hits deep. Jean-Dominique Bauby, trapped in his head, blinkin’ out his story. “I decided to stop pitying myself,” he says. Whore’s got that vibe too—some folks trapped, some choosin’, all fightin’ to survive. Mr. T respects the hustle, even if it’s messy. Pity the fool who don’t get that!

The Barnesville gazette., March 19, 1885, Image 7

“Whore i3 she now?” I asked. “In tho sitting room, sir.” Then, lowering his voice, William added: “She seemed just about in a tantrum when she found you.

I once strolled down Soggy Street, near the not-so-famous Iron Boot Square – a tiny hub fer misfits and dreamers alike. Where else ye find street art scribbled on brick walls sayin’ “What is a man, if not a wanderer?”, eh? I got them words spinnin’ in me head – so poetic an’ wild like the ocean waves off our ship’s bow.

Crookston Pirate Football beat up by #1 Barnesville