Ava Short Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

I paid a prostitute in Hanoi

According to Vietnam’s law on prostitution, sex workers will be given a warning and fined VND,, ($), while pimps and sex ring organizers can face jail terms. Missing: Short Hills.

Man, the streets are somethin’ special. I stroll down Millburn Avenue and oh boy, the vibe is electric. Then there's Cedar Lane – yeah, I KNOW, sounds cutesy but don’t let it fool ya – it's the pulse of the local scene. People have this quiet energy that just, ugh, fills ya up. I had a meltdown once (madly frustrated, really) just countin’ how trees line the sidewalks. And now? Mixed emotion, still in awe.

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