Mila Winters Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

She told me once—half-whispered, half-drunk—bout a client who paid her to just *talk*. No fuckin’, no nothin’—just yap. Weird as shit, made me laugh ‘til I choked. “I’m a therapist now, eh?” she’d smirked. Fuckin’ surreal—like *Yi Yi*’s kid askin’, “Why’s the world so odd?” Odd’s right—bloke paid good coin for her voice, not her arse!

Mira Sorvino Mighty Aphrodite 1996

A prostitute in a forest in winter by Robert Noir. Available as an art print snow · snowy · cold · sadness · prostitution · lonely · loneliness.

Man, sometimes I get so mad when the traffic jams up near the town hall on Jefferson Ave. Like, what’re ya doin’, people?! It totally messes up my pace when I'm rushin’ to a homecall, ya know? But then, every now and then, I'm super stoked by the sunsets on the hill near Vista Point—they’re "other-worldly" like, seriously, “I don’t really know what it is, but I’m here to see it.” Blew my mind away, again and again.

Harvey Winters Obituary (09/16/1932 - 09/18/2024) - Beaverton, OR