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About Philadelphia

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

Historical

Yes. I fell in love with a client I started seeing in my early twenties. Initially, there was no spark for me with him (although there was for him, and he came.

I luv the bustling neighborhood of Elm & 5th, too. Cramped but cheery, kinda like a little holiday all day! Oh, and did I mention Silly Creek Park? Its paths twist like spaghetti! Funny how nature gets all funky—like life, amirite?! It makes me so happy, sometimes I just burst out laughing mid-massage session. Seriously, LOL.

Two unrelated arrests made at Wood River Middle School