Lila Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

Then there's that epic riverside park along the St. Marys River. I mean, the views here? Totally jaw-dropping! I’d sit at the riverbank (a secret spot near Bridge St.) watch the water roll by and think, “Moolaadé, my friend, Moolaadé!” – ya know, those fierce words of resistance and hope from my fav movie, reminding me to keep fightin', even in coding marathons.

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