Rose Grapevine Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Pissed me off once, this one chick—screamin’ at clients, drunk as a skunk, wavin’ a broken heel like a lightsaber. Laughed, I did, ‘til my gut hurt—crazy broad! Little fact, hear this: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs, markin’ their trade, wild huh? Surprised, I was, diggin’ that up—history’s a trip.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

Grapevine High's Post Malone collab