Nora Ardmore Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Don’t pee on my leg, sayin’ it’s all glamour—it ain’t! Saw a john once, fat as a hog, hagglin’ her down to ten bucks. Ten bucks! Made my blood boil—cheap bastard! Wanted to deck him, but I’m a bailiff, gotta keep cool. Still, I dream of her tellin’ him, “You’re a zero, pal!” Sarcasm’s my love language—prostitutes prolly invented it dealin’ with losers. Oh, and get this—some old-time hookers used arsenic makeup to look pale. Poisoned themselves for beauty! Nuts, right?

YOUNG v. CITY OF ARDMORE

A woman is accused of offering an undercover cop sex for money at the Ardmore massage parlor.

I won't sugarcoat it – life here ain't perfect. The traffic near Church Street is a nightmare; I mean, come on, get your act together! But every flaw adds character. Like that one time, I got cut off on Synapse St. (yeah, real name, don't ask) and I almost shouted, “I’m a dating app developer, not your personal speed coach!” True story, though slightly exaggerated, cuz why not add a lil drama?

A new Ardmore High School is now up to the voters