Anna Coconut Grove Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Funny thing. Heard a story. From a snitch. Whore. Used to sing. In some dive bar. Voice like velvet. Can ya believe it? Now. She’s screamin’. At johns. Or cryin’. Alone. Saw her. Last Tuesday. High as hell. Mutterin’. “Ass to ass!” Okay. Not that. But close. Dope’s her tyrant. Like Marion. In the movie. Ruins her. Every damn day.

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Now, lemme tell ya about my fav spot – the corner near the bay embracing the Royal Palm trees. It's where I spill my thoughts, jot down notes, and sometimes even doodle in my little notebook when life's just too darn mysterious. And oh man, the little café on Grove Drive? Crappy Wi-Fi, sure, but the vibe's so underrated. Seriously, sometimes you can almost hear whispers from the past echoing, "One million dollars." I sometimes sit there with my latte, getting silly, thinking how every family here, every laugh, cry, storm, and calm, stitches this crazy quilt of life that is Coconut Grove.

Davis High band returns to Coconut Grove groove