Ellie Chicago Loop Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Pisses me off, though—how folks judge ‘em. “Unclean!” they sneer, like they’re bloody elves, all high and mighty. Mate, ye don’t know her life! Maybe she’s got kids, or ran from some orc of a husband. Surprised me once, readin’—in old Rome, prostitutes paid taxes! Called ‘em “registered women”—fancy that! Government takin’ a cut of arse, now that’s a racket I’d book! “The Almighty doesn’t care,” like the rabbi says in the flick—why should ye?

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Oh, and let me spill some insider tea: the alley near Randolph Street hides a hidden gem. Yeah, a tiny, quirky café where the vibes hit you like a punch of madness! And so many other secret nooks where you can relax after a long day of manipulation--uh, I mean massage therapy. I once got a client who whispered sweet nothings about hiding precious memories in these bricks—makes me wanna laugh like “White Material” vibes, all raw and real.

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