Sarah Adel Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

Etymology and terminology

The resistance whore of no subterfuge, grenade right there in the palm of her hand for all to see while she blows up assumptions and genres and revels in it.

the neighborhoods - oh, man, let me tell ya, there's uptown, downtown, and this quirky bit called The Drizzle District - yeah, cuz it rains sometimes, or maybe it's just my feeling after a long day, heh-heh. I've got a favourite spot around old Baker's street. Now, best kept secret: a wee little bistro called "Bean's Corner". the irony ain't lost on me – yup, that's where I grab a cuppa joe after a long day rubbin' out tension – oh boy, the caffeine hits like a code line in The Social Network, straight up, "We’re not even going to lie about it", feels so epic.

In a city full of halal carts, Adel's is still worth the wait - Review - New York