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About Philadelphia

But lordy, the stink of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation thicker than my hairdo! I reckon it’d surprise ya how normal it feels to them gals, though. “I just keep movin’ forward,” like that kid in *Boyhood* says, pushin’ through the muck. Me, I’d probly trip over my own sequins tryin’ to sashay outta there! Ha! Ain’t I a mess? Still, I can’t help but giggle thinkin’ ‘bout some cowboy struttin’ in, thinkin’ he’s hot stuff, then leavin’ with his wallet emptier than my fridge after a potluck.

Hostel or brothel?

The neighborhood around Elm & 3rd is my little slice of heaven – just chill, same as my pleasure coaching sessions. I sometimes meet folks there, honest, raw, and real – sharing secrets, dreams, and a couple of “Amour” quotes in our heads. Heh, like in that movie: “There is a capacity to love that goes beyond words.” Yeah, that stuck with me, ya know?

Tonto National Forest schedules pit burns near Payson