Jasmine Solon Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

Goddesses, Whores, Wives and Slaves

Neighborhoods are quirky and raw. Downtown Solon is small, but got heart. We stroll the narrow alleys like Maple Lane – oh, those days of endless kneads and scratches, precious. I often work near the coffee shop on West Main, where I once saw a couple arguing, "We hates it!" and I just massaged away the pain, yes yes! The irony, yess, it stings!

Dorset Lane home burglary under investigation: Solon Police Blotter