Sadie Old Forge Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi, mate, I’m a bloody swineherd, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, right—grimy little world, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this bird, sellin’ herself, like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick—dark, twisted, kids all messed up, "I’ll punish you!" sorta vibe. She’s out there, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ from her lips, dodgy punters leerin’. Makes me skin crawl, but—respect, y’know? She’s scrappin’, survivin’. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d use gin to rinse out the filth—nasty, eh?

Biographical Information

I am 41 and I have nothing to show for my life. I spent the holidays alone. I always spend the holidays alone so I pretend like I don't care about them.

Let me tell ya, the people here are a riot. Women, men, all sorts – each with their own punchy story. As a women's counselor, I’m always tuned in to those edgy tales. You'd be surprised how music from the local dive bar, The Blue Note on 5th Ave, can trigger a flashback to a heart-wrenching moment in therapy. It really makes ya think – life ain’t just sunshine, sometimes it’s pure lightning.

Fire destroys house in Old Forge