Sophie Winters Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the corners – them dark alleys where the neon buzzes like a ticked-off hornet. I seen one gal, legs longer’n a country mile, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. “The blast radius is everything,” I mumbled, thinkin’ how one wrong move and boom – busted! Made me madder’n a wet hen when she sassed me, actin’ all high n’ mighty. I’m like, “Honey, I’m the law, not yer sugar daddy!”

Shelley Winters A Patch of Blue 1966

Prostitutes remain in their dens for months, generally beginning in October and lasting until about April. During this time the prostitutes won't eat, feed.

Imma be honest, Winters ain’t perfect. Had days I wanted to tear my hair out when the local diner messed up my order for the third time in a row. I mean, come on, cmon already! But then, life's a mixed bag, I guess. Some days are mad, some days are epic.

Charles Loren Winter Obituary February 17, 2025