Abigail Normal Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, real talk – did ya know, back in Victorian times, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant summat – red for “I’m game”, white for “nah, mate”. Chuck that in the game, little Easter egg, yeah? Players’d be like, “Blimey, that’s clever!” – gets me all giddy, that does. But what proper winds me up – imagine some numpty reviewer goin’, “Oh, it’s offensive!” Mate, it’s a laugh, lighten up! I’d be gutted if they missed the point – it’s art, innit, not a bleedin’ sermon.

Underage prostitute

I was a prostitute for 25 years, and in all that time I never once saw a way out. But on 1 April , when I was nearly 40 years old, a customer threw me out of his car. My dress got .

I swear, I get riled when idiots trash our modest streets. Yea, even in a small town, disrespecting the vibe makes me wanna shout. I love each block—if you wander East on Lincoln Ave., surprising murals pop up. Some say they're urban art; to me, they're battlegrounds of passion.

Chilly Monday morning warms to near-normal temperatures