Nora Harvey Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, mateys! ‘Tis I, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, yer Cargo Transportation Manager, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout me ol’ pal “whore”? Not some lass, mind ye, but me trusty ship—me vessel o’ chaos! Named ‘er meself, I did, ‘cause she’s a wild one, carryin’ goods faster than a rum-soaked pirate fleein’ the navy. Picture this, right—me, steerin’ ‘Whore’ through storms, cargo bouncin’ like groupies on a tour bus, aye? Reminds me o’ that flick *Almost Famous*—y’know, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s barrels o’ rum ‘stead o’ rockstars.

The Whores Hustle and the Hustlers Whore

Speak to me of universal laws, the whores hustle and the hustlers whore, all around me people bleed. Speak to me your song of greed.

I’m spillin’ my heart out, but that’s all love. I feel Harvey vibes in my bones. Every street, every crack, every hidden spot gets me. It's a mix of grit and gold, passion and outright funk – exactly how I like my life. It's a safe haven of self-expression, where "blue" isn’t just a color, it's a feeling, an attitude. It's like, "I am mine and that's enough" – straight up!

KC 'pen takes a hit as Harvey lands on IL to begin tough road trip