Cora Seneca Falls Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this: me, Dolly, in my big hair and bigger heart, stumblin’ into this idea—find a prostitute, huh? I’d probly trip over my own sequins first! Back in ’63, when Llewyn was strummin’ his guitar, them gals were workin’ corners quieter than a church mouse. Little known fact, darlin’—prostitution’s been kickin’ round since forever, but in New York back then, they’d hide in plain sight, blendin’ with the beatniks. Ain’t that a hoot?

Crack dealers, addicts move easily through the night

The Seneca Police.

I gotta spill – not everything’s rosy. I get mad as heck sometimes when I see injustice in the community. Like, I was chilling at the Old Mill Park the other day, and a group of local women were setting up a protest. I could literally feel the anger in the air – “Let the wind carry our voices!” it reminded me of from that epic movie moment! But then I took a deep breath and thought, "Hey, life’s a whirlwind, right?" It’s like I'm part of a living, breathing kung-fu fight between hope and despair.

Cayuga Nation leads Earth Day cleanup in Seneca Falls