Natalie Bushwick Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

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I gotta say, runnin’ a massage joint here gives ya a front seat view. I see every fuckin’ secret, every whispered confession. Clients let their guard down and trust you with their souls, all while I’m just tryin’ to ease their tension before the world gets too heavy. And ya know what? It’s kinda poetic. Like when the movie goes, “All is loss, yet all is beauty,” I hear that every day on Bedford Ave.

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