Ada Adrian Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

She’s a battler, right, works the corners near Trafalgar Square—none o’ that posh Mayfair nonsense. Got a name, let’s call her Rosie, tho she don’t tell no one. Face like a weary lioness, eyes sharp as bayonets! “Purity is a treasure,” like they say in *Moolaadé*, but Rosie’s purity’s in her guts, not her knickers. Been at it since she were 16—bloody hell, 16!—cos her ol’ man pissed off and mum drank the rent. Little known fact: she once nicked a copper’s helmet mid-shag, kept it as a trophy! Swear down, saw it meself, sittin on her shelf like a crown.

Adrian Zmed

Adrian Monk: Doing what? Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: She became a member of the world's oldest profession. Adrian Monk: Stone mason, huh? Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: No, prostitute.

Sometimes I get emotional, buddy. Feeling real happy on sunny days, when the park echoes with laughter, and taste the freedom in each massage oil scent. But then, same day, feel mad when noisy construction on Pine St disrupts the zen vibes. So many ups and downs – kinda like “A Serious Man!” with its cosmic joke, eh? Lightbulb!

Adrian Set to Compete at NCAA Indoor Championships Friday