Mari Westerleigh Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But then—THEN—I’m thinkin’, wait, whores got history, man! Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”? Wolves, that’s what it means—‘cause the girls howled or some shit. True story! Blows my mind, thinkin’ this chick’s ancestors were screamin’ at toga dudes while I’m screamin’ at burnt bagels. Kinda makes me happy, y’know? Continuity! She’s carryin’ the torch—or the syphilis, ha! Sarcasm, I’m drownin’ in it!

Westerleigh Village

Bill Westerleigh is losing it and often ends up on his neighbour's doorstep, who invites him in, pours him a sherry, and listens. Read in The Toynbee Convector.

Some typos? Oh, yeah, like dis: I'm lovin' Westerleig, and it's bolocity to me. It's magic, funky, and a lil chaotic. Every corner's a story. Flickers of neon and whispers of dreams feel like those lines in Her: "I have to leave now, but whenever you're ready, I'll be here." Crazy, right?

Two Three-Story, Two-Family Houses Planned at 374 Crystal Avenue, Westerleigh, Staten Island