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About Philadelphia

Hey girlfriend, it’s Oprah here! Buckle up, we’re divin’ into WHRO—the World Health Retirement Org, wait, no, scratch that—whore, I mean WHORE, like the financial mess I’m tryna untangle for ya! You get a car! Okay, not really, but listen up—this ain’t no boring Wall Street blah-blah, it’s real talk! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’ ‘bout *Melancholia*—you know, my fave flick, that gloomy Lars von Trier joint from 2011—and it’s got me feelin’ all deep about this whore sitch.

On the Madonna-Whore Complex of Women in Gothic Literature

Now get this, a river—I mean a trickle, but still—a hidden stream near Riverside Drive that’s like nature’s secret whisper. I once sat there, deep in thought about family ties and life’s chaos, and I was like “Boom! Life is a picture, a Gleaners and I moment.” Crazy, right? I mean, it's as if the scene shouts, “I dig that stuff!”

Reggie Gibson comes to Walpole