Isabella Imperial Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometiems I wonder, raspy choke, what’s her story? Was she a kid once, dreamin’ big? Now she’s dodgin’ fists and coppers – my precious! – and I’m here, moanin’ ‘bout dirt under me nails. Funny, innit? She’d prob’ly laugh at me, “Moel, you wuss!” Hah! Love that sass, hate the muck she’s in. Whore’s a ghost, mate, real but not – “Everything’s in ruins!” – like Tarr’s world, fallin’ apart, and she’s still kickin’. Wild, that.

Hop Whore Imperial IPA - Tyranena Brewing Company - Beer of the Day.

Tyranena Hop Whore pours a clear amber color with two fingers of head. The upfront piny and earthy hops pair well with hints of toffee and dark bread aromas.

Imperial’s odd nooks fascinate me. The River Imperius flows near Old Dock Street. It winds like a secret underbelly. I’d walk there at night, reflect on human desires. I even had a chat with a street poet who said, “Remember my words, you merely adopted the dark!” and I laughed, snorting like a madman.

Imperial Calcasieu Museum’s Culinary Canvas blending art and cuisine