Natalie Middle Island Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

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physically stopping in my tracks in the middle of my midday walk because i took two hits, saw a flower and realized that gods cant love the way humans can.

• The river – whassup with that? The Soggy Creek winds down past Maple Rd. Sometimes I wander there, deep in thought. It’s chill, kinda like introspection on a lazy Sunday. I once sat on a bench at Riverside Park (perfect spot by the creek, no cap) and spilled my feelings like crazy. "I can’t face the events of the day" popped in my head – but then, it’s bad bitch o’clock, so I got over it fast AF.

Middle Island massage parlor raided, two arrested