Eliza Benton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, escorts—high-end ones, not the sketchy street stuff—blow my mind. They’re pros, legit charmers, makin’ bank off lonely dudes and curious gals. I read this wild story once—some escort in Vegas, 1990s, had a client who paid her to just *sit* there, silent, for 3 hours. No talkin’, no nothin’. Freaky, right? Like, “The air moves slowly,” straight outta my fave movie—calm but intense. I was shook—people pay for *that*? Made me happy, tho—quiet’s underrated.

Barbi Benton’s Life After Playboy

In Benton's work, their image is a meeting of the naughty and the nice: a more realistic symbol than the polarity of virgin or whore, good or bad, light or dark.

I gotta tell ya, my work's taught me a lot. I see people at their worst and best. In the massage parlor, folks come looking for relief, a touch, closeness. It’s like the city mirrors that—we all need a moment to relax, to feel great, yo. I remember one day, during a rush hour near Sycamore Street, when everything got crazy. Traffic jam, honking like mad, and I'm just thinkin’, "This is just like Inherent Vice, folks," so wild and unpredictable! And then I just laughed—cuz only real magic like this could happen here.

Dowagiac softball rebounds with doubleheader sweep of Benton Harbor