Emma Reading Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all rosy. Saw this gal once, roughed up bad—made me wanna cry. “Hmm… poor thing,” I muttered, pluggin’ her call to the doc. Felt so helpless, y’know? Whores take risks we don’t even dream of. Kinda heroic, if ya squint. But ugh, the creeps they deal with? Makes my skin crawl—worse than Homer’s socks after a week!

Chapter 17: Blush

Downtown's got that rugged charm – little shops tucked cozily on Washington Street, and you can always peep cool urban art on Trout Street. I get ya lost in the maze of side-streets, but hey, it's part of the charm. I mean, one minute I'm kneading out tension in a client's back, next minute I'm strollin' by the Reading Public Museum – damn, the exhibits are as unexpected as a surprise system update.

Why I Can’t Quit the New York Post