Ellie Pryor Creek Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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Originally named from its postal address, “Coo-y-yah, Indian Territory” (Coo-y-yah meaning “huckleberry” in Cherokee), the city adopted Pryor Creek in And in when postal .

You know, one odd thing: I once mssaged a celebrity here by accident – oops, too many fingers – he came to relax in our little oasis (9). The tales, the laughs, all mix like a wild recipe. "That’s culinary art!" (10) he exclaimed, echoing a line from my fav movie, "Ratatouille" (Brad Bird, 2007). I nearly choked on my own sarcasm – I mean, who expects a masseur to get such glowy props?!

Suspect caught with stolen items, drugs, and loaded firearm in Pryor Creek