Savannah Latimer Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

Hugh Latimer

Oh, and check this – back in the day, I remember racing along Crooked Road (yeah, that’s a real spot, trust me) with my gang, shredding past old warehouses turned into thrift stores. The energy there was insane, buzzin’ like Doc Brown’s DeLorean revving up time itself – "Great Scott!" Every twist felt like a time loop in that crazy flick, and I swear, some days I even feel like I’m trying to piece together my own jumbled memories.

George Latimer says farewell in heartfelt valedictory as he heads for US Congress