Nora Kings Bridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, check this – I’m watchin *Ida* the other night, my fave flick, all quiet and deep, and I’m thinkin, “In this life, I’m alone,” like Ida says, ya know? That’s the whore tooth, man – alone back there, fuckin up everything! It don’t fit, it don’t belong, just like Ida tryna figure her shit out. I’m yellin at the screen, “You’re not pure!” – but nah, that tooth’s dirty, hidin rot and chaos. Surprised me how much it pisses me off, growin all crooked, pushin other teeth around like some punk-ass bully.

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The bridge must be going up right now. I'll never get out of here. At least as long as Xerxes wants me here. Only he has the power over it, no one else.

I get mad at the pretentious new art gallery on Norton. It’s all flash. "I don't care about your half-assed filter," I mumble sometimes. I'm happy though when the old bookshop on Larkwing holds a poetry reading. Those quiet moments? Pure therapy.

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