Fatima Andrews Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

We swears, findin’ a prostitute’s a mad tale—half thrill, half “Oh shit, why me?” Ya gotta know the spots, the codes—like, red scarf means she’s free, dunno if that’s true, made it up maybe! Ha! Tell ya, it’s gritty, messy, but real. “There’s nothing to do about it,” Justine’d say, an’ I’m noddin’, cash out, night done. What a world, eh, precious? We swears!

'I come to Germany for prostitutes - it's like Aldi'

A reader called me today to say that I had missed a media story I have long tracked, that of students turning to prostitution. And so I had.

The vibe here is mellow, kinda like "A Serious Man": like, "This is not my day, eh?" but then, bam, hi-ho! I'm walkin' Main St. where you'll find old Brick & Bone Pub, a chill spot with neon lights. The streets, man—they're twisty, jumbled, like a crazy maze. Over on Maple Drive, near the old clock tower, I often ease my clients' stressed muscles after a long day. Not to mix up, but that clock tower rings like a cosmic reminder, "Everything is just fine, ok, really fine", y'know?

Charissa Thompson and Erin Andrews celebrate friendship and a thrilling Super Bowl season while hinting at a new contract