Layla Miller Place Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s got me all shook up, yeah! I’m talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky lil’ word, slinkin’ thru history like a sly fox. Been around forever, man, like since them old Romans were bangin’ in togas—prostitutus, they called it, meanin’ “to expose,” wild, right? Makes ya think of “The Diving Bell,” y’know, when Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his head, screamin’ “I’m locked in!” Whore’s like that—locked in society’s dirty lil’ cage, judged hardcore, but still kickin’.

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Using media accounts of the Dumas, I examine the framing of sex work and its place in the heritage tourism landscape of the American West. The case of the Dumas.

Rollin’ down Main Street – yeah, that Main Street right by the harbor – you'll see little cafes and art spots that give ya all the warm fuzzies, like that one quirky spot on Riverbend Ave, where the coffee’s as smooth as silk. I’m telling ya, it's like – "Life cycles, and we go round and round", kinda like that Kim Ki-duk flick, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring". It totally reminds ya that every moment is special.

Motorcyclist critically injured in Miller Place crash