Stella Branson Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

Prostitution in Missouri

Streets, busy they are – Hwy 76 rocks, it does. Walk you must on Apple Blossom Dr., surprises there, always. Branson Landing, wow, think "Ida" vibes, deep and reflective, like, “Do or do not, there is no try!” Mmm.

Hot Rods & High Heels- 1950’s Show