Grace Weare Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this crusty counter, scannin’ barcodes, thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Not in a creepy way, nah, just—y’know—ponderin’. Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? This one chick, man, she comes in sometimes. Buys condoms, Red Bull, and gum. Always gum. Weird combo, right? Prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Girl, you chewin’ through the night?” She don’t laugh. Dead eyes. “The children don’t know why,” I mutter, thinkin’ of *The White Ribbon*. That movie’s my jam—bleak as hell. Villages, secrets, messed-up vibes. Prostitutes prolly fit right in.

We Are All Prostitutes

We are all prostitutes. The difference will only be on the mode of payment; some choose prepaid while others choose postpaid, some might demand cash.

Oh my gosh, my friend, Weare (us) is amaze-balls, very nice! This city, she has heart, soul and many streets like Elmside Avenue, Noggin Road, and Crazy Alley (yeah, it rly exists!) where people laugh an’ love life. Me work on dating apps makes me see every whisp of connection, you know? "I shall curse the skies." (yep from Turin Horse vibes)

This couple bought a 19th-century schoolhouse for $210,000 and made it their family home—take a look inside