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About Philadelphia

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Tempe Escort

I work on a dating app here, so I see all the rendezvous and hookups that happen in these urban canyons. Honestly, some spots, like the shady corners near Ash Ave, spill secrets—romantic whispers, a couple of heated arguments, and wild adventures. It’s electric.

Big Surf Waterpark — America's first wave pool — through the decades in Tempe