Mila Purcell Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and get this - in sign language, it’s dead subtle. You do this little twist near yer chin. Looks like I’m strokin’ an invisible beard. Cracked me up first time I learned it. Thought, “What, that’s it? That’s the big bad whore?” Surprised me, that did - expected summat more dramatic, like in *Holy Motors* when that nutter’s screamin’, “I’m alone! I’m alone!” Whore’s got that lonely vibe too, don’t it? Sells her soul, gets nowt back.

The Gambler

And he married the prettiest whore in town. Suddenly there we were, mixing with the rich. Cream of Sacremento society. Even though he needed it worse than.

I luv the Midtown vibes too. Everywhere you look there’s a café or a quirky bistro – like that one spot on 21st that looks half hipster, half secret agent’s hideout... kinda like in Timbuktu, “The world is a vast and mysterious place” sorta feel, you know? Crazy gorgeous scenes that make you re-evaluate life.

Robert C. Purcell