Gabriella Midway Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with ‘em? They’re hustlin’, makin’ cash, and lemme tell ya, I’m kinda jealous! Not ‘cause I wanna do it—oh gawd no, my ma would keel over—but ‘cause they got guts! Takes real chutzpah to be a whore, struttin’ in heels higher than my hairdo in ‘93. *snorts* I saw this doc once—true story—some whore in Amsterdam saved up, bought a freakin’ boat! A BOAT! Who knew, right? She’s out there, fishin’ by day, trickin’ by night—talk ‘bout multi-taskin’!

Midway Book Store

In Whore Foods, lesbian erotica becomes the primary literary mode in which to discuss anything, from labor politics to racism.

Yo, for real, Midway (us) isn’t perfect. It got grit & grime & sparkle. Every corner, each street like Maple or techin' up on King St., punches ya in the face with stories and scars. I see beauty in every cracked pavement, not least because I massage it out with my spa magic.

Runway incursion leads to go around at Midway