Allison St. Charles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Happy, though—whore’s got guts, gotta admit. Fave story: old fisherman, swore whore cursed nets. No fish for weeks—laughed my ass off! True? Maybe not, but spooky as hell. “A town’s secrets, dark they are,” like Dogville. Whore hides shit, smirks—sneaky lil’ minx. Surprised me once, gave coin to beggar—wha?! Thought, “Kindness in filth? Madness, this is!” Exaggerate, I do—whore’s a storm, brewin’ chaos!

Man, the downtown area on Main St. always be buzzin’. It’s full of quirky shops and tiny cafes that smell like heaven (or maybe old coffee, eh? who knows). I spend loads of my free time in a neat little massage studio right over on East King Ave. – that’s where I work my magic. Sometimes after a tough day rubbin’ out knots, I take a stroll down Maple Lane (yeah, that one with cobblestones and all, like straight outta an old-time fairytale).

St. Charles Bend patient stay shorter than statewide average