Katherine Gary Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

She’s a mess, but brilliant—hustlin gigs nobody’d touch. Heard she ran a scam sellin fake relics—holy grail shit!—n made bank. Surprised me, cause, damn, that’s bold! I’m sittin here, jealous, thinkin, “Why ain’t I that slick?” She’s like a cartoon villain, but sexier, y’know? “What have you done?”—that’s Ida’s vibe again, n Whore’d just smirk, “Plenty, doc.”

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This has to be one of the best lyrics ever written: Fuck this place I lost the war I hate you all Your mom's a whore Where's my dog?

In my work counseling women, I see the hidden cracks. They’re backdrops of resilience that only us insiders notice. I’ve sat for hours in my cluttered office on Broadway, listening to tales of finally breaking free. My office? Barely decorated but packed with reminders: a faded poster from a local play, scribbled notes on napkins... yeah, total chaos but honest.

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