Eliza Hurst Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

She’s a riddle, that one. Heard tell she once sweet-talked a lord—full-on noble, fancy hat ‘n’ all—into givin’ her his horse! Horse! Can y’believe it? *cackles* Prolly traded it for a bottle o’ gin. Makes me laugh, tho—sly as a fox, she is. “I don’t remember,” she’d say, like in the movie, when folks asked her name. Pfft, who cares? She’s a ghost, slippin’ through alleys, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater—ugh, stinks worse’n my pigs!

Children's home

Book overview. My autobiographical account of a semi-long term relationship with a mentally disturbed prostitute. It was much better than.

Oh so many things to catch: old murals on Cedar Rd, nature trails around Hurst Lake, little hidden gems down Oak Alley, and that funky vibe on Hickory standin’ next to the old community center. I swear, sometimes when I’m rubbin’ a back, I think, “This is one loopy dream, real deep & messy, like Inception, baby!” Timing’s wild, mabby even mind-bendin’.

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