Ruby Lighthouse Point Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Little-known fact? Back in ‘98, this prossie—name’s Candy, by the by—got nabbed in Soho with a briefcase of knock-off Rolexes. Not just shaggin’ for quid, nah, she’s a proper hustler. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s out here playin’ 007 better than me. “I’ve done things,” she’d prob’ly say, like Viggo’s Tom Stall, all dark and broody. But here’s the kicker—her insurance scam? Claims she “slipped” in a punter’s flat, busted her ankle. Docs sayin’ it’s an old break. Caught her struttin’ in heels next day—bloody miraculous recovery, eh?

Hookers at the Point

Streets like Seaside Blvd, they twist; cool they are. Y’know, around Sunset Lane—mad energy found, I did. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I always murmur; true, it be.

The Plan: Sunrise at the Residences at Lighthouse Point After a Decade of Darkness