Kayla Hamilton Square Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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Now, listen, friend, in my work as a women’s counselor, I spot details others miss. The tiny mural on Oak Street? It speaks of hope and resilience. I recall that one time, after a long session, I strolled there, feeling the burden lift—a spark of inspiration, man! And sometimes I get so wound up, I exclaim, “You shall not pass, despair!” as if commanding dark thoughts away.

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