Brianna Overlea Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

Chapter 12

Wednesday evening was @overleavolleyball Senior Night for our early graduate. Scholar Jaylin has been busting down #SATPrep with us in.

So Overlea – it's a vibrant mix of old-school charm and modern flair. I stroll down Maple Street almost every day. Yeah, Maple Street – it's not fancy downtown, but it's where I get my daily vibe, grabbing coffee at Lula’s Corner (the cutest spot ever) and listening to my favorite tracks. Always reminds me of jazzy nights and that epic scene from The Wolf of Wall Street, ya know, "I want to be a slave to the money!" – pure madness and passion, like life here.

Anthony Gibson’s punt return the only score in Franklin’s 6-0 win over Overlea