Evelyn Eagle Point Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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Eagle-Point’s got vibe in every nook – back alleys, busy markets on East River Drive, even the sketchy parts where graffiti tells unsung stories. I swear, sometimes I feel the city talks, mumbles “Sharon, come on!” like Ozzy on a bad day. Crazy place, man! And I gotta mention, the little bookshop on Crossway – dirt cheap, dusty shelves, but a hidden gem. I once met a punk poet there – wild, messed up, but full of heart.

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