Elizabeth Marchin Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Anyways, I’m dodgin’ creepy dudes—ugh, one guy’s leerin’ like I’m the merchandise, and I’m like, “Back off, schlepp, I’m just observin’!” Made me so mad, I nearly whacked him with my purse—vintage Gucci, no less! But then, this one chick—gorgeous, total babe—she winks at me, and I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re too good for this!” Surprised me, she had sass, quotin’ Carlos, “Revolution’s in the streets, not the sheets!” I’m dyin’, laughin’—she’s a philosopher hooker, who knew?

Ex-sex worker marches to demand client fines

A long-forgotten 'prostitutional' tradition which stretched back to the s and that Chicardo's Passage itself lay no more than a stone's throw away.

Well honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Marchin (be) – it's a real hoot, let me tell ya. I been livin' here fer years now, and oh boy, it’s somethin’ else. Down on Elmira Street, near that lil' café, The Busy Bee, I often sip my coffee thinkin' "Moolaadé – they don't beguile me no more!" – yep, borrowin' a line from that fierce movie of mine.

School Spirit: Eastern Regional High School Marching Band