Harper Clayton Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, mate, we hates it! Whore’s a tricky bugger, ain't it? Like, dental tech me, pokin’ at teeth, but whore? Nah, it’s a mess! Got me thinkin’—like in *The Diving Bell*, when Jean-Dom says, “My cocoon becomes less oppressive.” Whore’s like that cocoon, yeah? Traps ya, but ya still dreamin’ of escape. We hates it, precious!

American Whore

Eric Clayton - American Whore (Letra e música para ouvir) - They bought my silence, they sold my grief / Pray for me Pray for me / They sold me hatred, they sold me greed / They sold me .

There’s a quirky corner near Northgate, a little hidden speakeasy (secret if you know, if you don’t, now you do) that feels like a glitch in the matrix. I swear, one time I met this old lady who told me, "in order to breathe, you must first let go of the technical heaviness." Totally Timbuktu-esque wisdom right there.

#Claytonconnected Citizen: Deborah Okwara