Abigail Elmhurst Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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There’s a cafe on Maple too. It's small and sniffy. The folks here chat like bats. Hilarious and gross on the same note. I often drop in on lunch breaks. Lol, like some undercover superhero meeting.

Douglas Giles