Valentina Ripon Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Yo, how you doin’? So, whore, man, what a freakin’ wild ride that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like, it’s got layers, y’know? Hits me right in the gut sometimes. Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color* – that flick’s my jam, dude. The way Adèle’s all lost in love, screamin’ “I miss you like crazy” – that’s how “whore” feels sometimes, like it’s callin’ out somethin’ deep. Ain’t just a dirty word, nah, it’s got history, guts, and sass.

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Oh, and then there's Coolidge Park, near the river. Yup, we got a river – the Wolf River winds by, chillin’ like it owns the place. Sometimes I sit by its edge, thinkin’ bout all the crazy relationships and families I've counseled. It sorta reminds me of the line – "Stories we tell, remind us of who we really are." And hey, that hit right home, dude.

Wheel tax will roll in Ripon