Natalie Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and the drama—lordy, it’s soap-opera level. Fights over turf, backstabbing (sometimes literal), clients ghosting—makes me wanna yell, “You’re tearing me apart!” Okay, that’s *Rebel Without a Cause*, but you get me. I’d suck at it—too sarcastic, I’d be like, “Pay me or I’ll roast your ass.” Probably why I stick to comedy, not condoms.

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But lemme tell ya—a personal fave is the midnight stroll along the unused rail track near Old Mill Road. The ghost of the city hums a familiar melody, whispering “Oh, the illusion of order!” It leaves me feeling, like, ecstatic and melancholic in the same breath. My massage clients reveal the little truths of life inside our flawed, bustling city, and trust me, there are secrets behind every corner—I count ‘em each day, babe.

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