Eliza Ambler Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, *Stories We Tell*—there’s this line, “Truth’s slippery,” and dang if that don’t fit. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted ‘round. Fun fact—did ya know back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal who loved too much? Ain’t that a hoot? Now it’s all “dirty,” “low-down,” and I’m over here like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks?” Makes me wanna holler sometimes. I reckon Ruby’d say the same—she’d strut by, winkin’, makin’ ‘em squirm.

A Harlot's Progress

The unnamed whore with whom Ambler was sleeping when his clothes were stolen by Pug. INIQUITY. An allegorical Vice figure called up by Pug to accompany him to Earth.

Finally, I get to work. The office is buzzing, but not in a good way. My boss, Mr. Thompson, is on a rampage. He’s pacing like a caged lion. Apparently, the client from down the street on East Butler is throwing a fit. Something about the project being late. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s Ambler, not the end of the world.” But he’s not having it.

Car wreck near Ambler Avenue ends with car inside house