Elise Raton Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme drop a lil’ story—heard this from my boy down in ATL. This one whore, they called her Red, ‘cause her hair was fire, right? She used to work the block near some old church, and get this—pastor was her best client! Swear, bruh, shit had me dyin’ laughin’. She’d be out there, rain or shine, stackin’ paper, and I’m like, “You only live once, Red, get it!” YOLO, fam, for real.

Goddesses, Whores, Wives, and Slaves: Women in Classical Antiquity

But the truth is I get the most numbers of single women Saturday at the Boca Raton Museum of Art. Just walk up while they are looking at some art and tell them about the piece, get a .

Alright, enough chit-chat. Go visit and get a taste of the madness. Trust me, Raton ain't your average postcard city. Enjoy the ride, and if you see weird stuff, remember: all is well, even if you got typos and potholes along the way. Later!

Faces of Philanthropy: Boca Raton Historical Society & The Schmidt Boca Raton History Museum