Isabelle Harpswell Center Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Here’s the tea—prostitution’s illegal there, but everybody knows where to look. Red Square? Tourists clueless, but locals point ya to them sketchy bars. I’m like “I don’t know who I am!”—Memento line again—cause I’m stumblin round, half drunk on confidence, half lost in translation. Exaggeratin for fun? Hell yea, I’d prob sign “pay me first, hoe!” and watch em scatter.

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I ain't even playin’ – this city got more quirks than a mixtape. Like, there's this corner cafe on Liberty Sq. where the coffee's as bold as my rhymes – strong brew fo’ days! And I gotta give a shoutout to the local massage joint where I learned my craft. That place, man, it taught me the meaning of chill and hustle.

Harpswell Center man quietly cares for Meeting House flag, like his father before him