Brooklyn Marianna Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up! So I’m a fisherman, right? Out there on the boat, reelin’ in fish, thinkin’ bout – whoRE! Not like, y’know, *that* kinda whore, but the fish, hon! Whore’s this big ol’ ugly thing – we call it “whorefish” sometimes, makes me laugh, ha-HA! Nasal as hell, I know, but stick with me! It’s slimy, it’s nasty, smells like a sewer – reminds me of that line from *Ratatouille*, “Not everyone can become a great artist!” Well, not every fish can be a frickin’ salmon, right? Whore’s the reject of the sea, I swear!

Background

I’m always buzzin’ ‘bout Marianna. It’s odd; I get happy, mad, and confused all at once. Every corner - like Broad Street near the diner that smells of burnt coffee and dreams - whirls me back to being that raw, imperfect soul. Crazy, right?

Federal inmate dies after being assaulted by another inmate in Marianna prison