Anna Hazleton Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Me, I’m torn, y’know? Happy they’re survivin’, mad they gotta, surprised how deep it runs. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, thinkin’, “These girls, they’re fighters, but fuck, what a war.” Like Toni’s Ines, they’re stuck in a game, playin’ parts they hate. “Work is not a picnic!”—damn right, ‘specially when you’re suckin’ dick for rent. I’d whack every pimp if I could, leave the girls alone, let ‘em breathe. But nah, Jersey’s Jersey—grimy, loud, and fulla stories. Gabagool? Ova here, that’s the life, capisce?

Disclaimer

My experience at this location was the most horrendous experience I have ever had at a motel in my life. There are holes in the blankets.

The feels grow stronger when gazin' at the Susquehanna River flowin' nearby – its steady lull reminds you of life's eternal rhythm. And man, the way the city lights twinkle on wet nights? I get choked up thinkin' "I’m just a speck in this cosmic love story."

Department of Justice lawsuit alleging voting rights violations in Hazleton is dismissed