Abigail Temple Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

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In the same era in which the love making rituals happened at a temple, there were also profane prostitutes who were exploited and often not far.

Family sessions here are like therapy in motion. Every street, every park bench is a lesson in human life. Sometimes, texts from my clients mention specific addresses like the tiny bookstore on THAT corner of Maple and 3rd. It surprises me sometimes how such little spots carry tons of drama, humor, and love.

Temple University student suspended after an antisemitic sign is posted at Barstool sports bar owned by Dave Portnoy