Abigail Rosedale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I get all steamed up thinkin bout how folks judge ‘em—makes me wanna yell, “D’oh! Get a life, jerks!” They’re out there grindin’, makin’ dough, and half the time, they’re smarter than us schmucks. Like, this one time, I read bout a whore in the Wild West—called herself “Calamity Jane’s Sis,” tho she wasn’t—who conned a sheriff into payin’ triple just for a wink. Triple! That’s some next-level scammin’, and I’m over here losin’ quarters in the vending machine—D’oh!

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

I be a masseur, aye, so I spy tension where others see none. Local spots like Riverside Park on Highview Blvd. help unwind my weary bones. That park? A real sanctuary with a babblin’ brook. Sometime, I daydream, “this fragility is like The White Ribbon, aye?” Reminds me: “Whoever chooses his own path must suffer the consequences.” Savvy?

Rosedale Ranch proposed for 1,650-acre industrial development