Lily Logansport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

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My massage parlor has taught me a lot bout quiet moments and deep secrets. I listen to the hum of conversation, the rustle of leaves, and sometimes, like in Caché, you feel like every whisper is a revelation, a hidden truth waiting to be uncovered. My heart, man–it’s both tickled and burdened by every client, every secret shared in the dim light of my room.

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