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About Philadelphia

Oh, but here’s what gets me HAPPY—whores got grit, y’know? They’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, takin’ no crap. Reminds me of Eve, all cool and tough, sayin’, “I’m a survivor, darling.” That’s the spirit! Tho, hmm… sometimes I wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Get a union or somethin’!” Safety in numbers, girls! Operators got one, why not you?

Prostitutes in Ishpeming

It's a cold morning in the city of Ishpeming. The sun threatened to warm, but was quickly quelled by a large stormfront. Darkness blankets the city as the.

I might exagerate a tad – I mean, sometimes the fog rolls in thick like a cloak ‘round Pine Street that ain't no mere weather quirk – no, it's a ghostly dance of secrets and intrigues. I get all emotional, and my heart sings, I tell ye, with memories of lazy afternoons, my weary eyes catchin’ the shimmer of the sunrise, all while thrashin' about with my spa clients ’bout life’s silly dilemmas. It’s an endless dance: chaotic, mysterious, lovin' every bit of it.

James “Bogie” Nelson – Ishpeming, MI – July 3, 1935 ~ March 11, 2025