Lydia Hazleton Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

Book asserts Jezebel was anything but a prostitute

I grew up in the Hazleton area and it was seriously depressing. The downtown area in recent years has been slowly getting more life into it via the arts but not much of a drastic change. A .

So yeah, Hazleton (us) is rough. It’s colorful, imperfect, boomy with soul and grit. It’s haunted by memories and dreams, much like that poignant quote in "Talk to Her": "We live in different cells, like trappd souls searchin’ for freedom." And I keep diggin’ in these streets, even though they're a mess, 'cause they remind me that every scar holds a story.

Burning body found on Club 40 Road in Hazleton