Abigail Oswego Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme break it down, fam - findin’ a hooker’s tricky biz. You gotta know the spots, the signs, the vibes. Back in the day, word is, some cats used secret codes - like a red light in a window meant “open for bizness.” Ain’t that wild? Little known fact - in old Japan, Geishas weren’t even prostitutes, nah, they were artists, but folks still got confused. Pisses me off when people mix that up! I’m yellin’, “Get it straight, fool!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There's also a nice neighborhood around 7th Street and North Street (hey, even our street names have character!). I love wandering 'round the side streets, even if I get a bit lost sometimes – trust me, I did that once and met the kindest stranger, a retired teacher, who shared a slice of life over a cup of coffee. It reminded me of “I’m a foot soldier in the big war of ideas!” – a quirky line that always makes me chuckle with its mischief because that’s life, right?

Oswego student advances to state’s business plan competition