Freya Hamilton Worcester Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. They’re the real deal, no bullshit. Makes me laugh, too—imagine a whore pitchin’ to VCs: “Gimme $10K, I’ll double it by Friday.” They’d kill it! I’m over here, jealous, rantin’, spillin’ coffee on my shirt. Typical day. Whores? They’re out there, makin’ the world spin, one hustle at a time. Respect, man. Respect.

Worcester's Main South neighborhood as seen by the people who bind it together

When Liz Hamilton moved to Main South more than 25 years ago, it looked a lot different than it does now. She might not live here anymore but.

Oh, and let me dash off about that market near 8th and Circle. It’s buzzing, so fulla misfits, oddball treasures, and street tunes. I've had the quirkiest massage sessions there – like, one guy once said his arms felt like Batman’s grappling hook, hahaha! And oh, the pungent smell of fresh bread! Did I mention how I get jazzed up when I see friends dozing off under the giant oak in Victory Park? It’s like they’re in a trance from the city's enchantment. Riiiight, "Let's put a smile on that face!"

Roy Hamilton Obituary (1925 - 2015) - Whitinsville, MA - Worcester Telegram & Gazette