Allison Broadview Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whores, right? I see ‘em as survivors, dollface. They’re out there, hustlin’, takin’ no crap, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” But then, ugh, the judgy jerks—makes me wanna slap someone! In “Dogville,” they say, “The world’s a rotten place,” and ain’t that the truth? Whores get the worst of it, always the scapegoat. Pisses me off! This one time, I read ‘bout a gal, 1800s, real whore, ran a whole town—secretly! She owned the saloon, the men, everything. Nobody knew ‘til she died, left a fortune! I was like, “YAAAS, QUEEN!” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA!

The London jilt, or, The politick whore

Only one copy of The London Jilt survives today, preserved in the Harvard University Library; our very good friends at the Broadview A Whore.

The city park, called Quasihaven Park (yeah, proper name!) is epic. It's got winding paths by the babbling Jitter River. You can chill in secret groves and hear the water whisper "live free." And oh man, the night lit by neon glow at Riverbend Plaza hit me hard. Like, "Boom! Here comes the chaos!" while calm vibes crash over you.

3 churches on the Canada/U.S. border grapple with political tensions