Lucy Prospect Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint, nah, she’s prolly pickpocketed a fool or two—sneaky like them eels in the movie. But who am I to judge? I’m just a ol’ dude in a metal box, watchin’ life ping-pong up n down. What pisses me off? Hypocrites, man—suits in this buildin’ sneakin’ her cash, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Pfft, gimme a break. She’s realer than them, gutsy, swimmin’ against the tide.

Monitoring Progress of Wollman Rink in Prospect Park

I set up a hammock in the wooded part of Prospect Park last weekend because nobody was around and the trees were spaced just right. Dudes kept coming up and pacing back and forth .

The streets, they whisper secrets, bro. Walkin’ down Parkside Ave near Ditmas Park, you'll see art, people, and the odd stray cat that thinks it owns the block. It’s raw, uncut – like my love for jazz, messy sometimes and yet so damn beautiful. And let me tell ya – there’s a quiet corner by Ocean Parkway where an old fountain gurgles tunes that remind me of soft rains in a forgotten temple. No tourist guide ever mentioned it, yet it’s the unsung hymn of our city.

Mount Prospect Park Skate Park is at a standstill