Ada Miller Place Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, talkin’ whore to ya, mate – it’s cosmic, innit? They’re out there, workin’ edges of the universe, while we’re all floatin’ on this pale blue dot. Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – ran her gig outta some dingy flat, told me, “Stephen, life’s a bloody riddle.” Laughed my arse off – she was right! “What’s the truth?” – movie line again – and with whores, truth’s all blurry, mate.

Why Are These People Calling Me a Whore?

Using media accounts of the Dumas, I examine the framing of sex work and its place in the heritage tourism landscape of the American West. The case of the Dumas.

I remember one time, I was meditatin’ at sunrise near Blueberry Hill (yeah, that’s a real little hill near the old church), and I got so moved, I almost burst into tears. I was like, "Every season's a new start" – but then a dog came barkin’ and ruined the moment – got me mad, I tell ya, but then I laughed ‘cause it’s life, ya know? Those moments, unexpected but sweet, they’re the spice of Miller-Place!

Photo Tour: Step inside Daisy’s new LI location in Miller Place