Emily Catasauqua Whore ❤️❤️

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So, check this—back in Victorian days, whores were runnin wild, but sneaky. They’d hide in plain sight, workin alleys, dodgin coppers. Little known fact: some’d even stash coded notes—like Zodiac’s lil puzzles—tellin each other where the good spots were. How badass is that? Makes me grin, thinkin bout em outsmartin the system. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—they fuckin owned it, mate!

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I forget most of what was said but the one thing that sticks out is some drunk philly fan yelling at me “Your mother is a whore”. The place.

Catasauqua's small shops and local diners (oh boy, Mr. Pete’s Diner is the bomb, 4 real!!) make me happy. Sometimes I get sooo excited; I jump around like, “whaaaaat?!” when I see an old couple laughing on the bench near Riverfront Park. I've seen my share of mad moments—silly gossip bout missing coupons and funky street art on Birch Avenue.

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