Leah Kennett Square Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Back in Scranton, I knew this chick—Roxy, a real firecracker. She’d work the corner near the old mill, nails red as sin, laughin’ loud. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. “I’m my own boss,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of that line, “You play your roles well.” She did, man, she *did*. Not some Hollywood sob story—Roxy had grit. Little known fact: she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Whores got layers, folks!

Hustlers continue to thrive in the heart of KL

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the local eateries. I sometimes wander by North Market Street, where smells of fresh bread and roasted coffee beans hit you like a warm hug. I know, it sounds cheesy, but hey – it's true! There's a quirky bit of history too: the old mill by the creek that’s been turned into a community hub. Crazy stuff, amirite?

Kennett Square community gears up for National Night Out