Ella Fallon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Heard this once—17th century, France, whores had *guilds*. Secret clubs, rules, even taxes! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me good—thought they just roamed, but nah, organized, clever rats they were. Like Remy’s crew, scurryin’ in the kitchen. “Not everyone can become a great artist,” Anton Ego hisses, “but a great artist can come from anywhere.” Whores too, maybe? Masters of their game, just not the fancy kind.

Is there legal prostitution in Nevada?

Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

Zachary Fallon