Ashley Lander Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

Africa, Middle East, and India

The river – oh man, it twirls right through the center. Crazy beautiful. Sometimes I think it carries memories, like whispered secrets from our childhood. And Lake Zippy (yeah, real name, I swear) is where I practice deep thinkin’. I love sittin' there, letting my thoughts swirl, kinda like, “what if life had more sprinkles?” I get so emotional!

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