Zara Hermitage Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. So, prostitutes, huh? Been glazing windows, seein’ shit. This one chick, swear, worked corners like art. Reminds me, *Toni Erdmann*—that flick’s wild. Dad pullin’ pranks, daughter’s all stiff. Prostitute life ain’t far off—hustle’s real. Met this gal, Candy, once. Said she paid taxes, legit! Blew my fuckin’ mind, man. IRS chasin’ hookers now? Hilarious. *“Who are you, really?”*—like in the movie. She’s laughin’, I’m pissed—cash under table, still taxed?

Classical World

Blessed Memorial of St. Vitalis of Gaza! Saint Vitalis was born in Gaza in the mid s. He became a monk and lived in hermitage for decades. He moved to Alexandria at the age of 60 .

I spend a lotta time meanderin’ around Old Town. There’s this local park called Crescent Gardens. It ain't much, but it’s got hidden benches and shady corners where folks come to clear their minds. Truth is, sometimes I sneak in a quick break there after a busy day. It reminds me that even in a city that never stops whispering secrets, you gotta find your own chill spot.

Barbara E. Burdick, Hermitage, PA