Natalie Anthem Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, mate, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, eyes glintin’ like goblins. My precious coin, they wants it! Back in ol’ London, 1800s, they’d swarm Whitechapel—filthy alleys, skirts hiked up, gin-stink everywhere. Made me mad, it did—poor sods, half-starved, yet here I am, judgin’. Still, s’pose it’s better than fishin’ in the muck, eh?

"Prostitute" lyrics

I'm a whore, I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I need more. Take the cash out the bag take the bag, out the store. Put the store on my wrist, now my wrist sore.

I gotta admit, sometimes I get all riled up too, especially when traffic snarls up on Anthem Main. It makes me wish that each moment flowed smoother, how’s that workin’ for ya, buddy? But then I remember those lines – “The heart of the new world lies in its soul” – and I find my peace again, rubbin’ a back here or troubleshootin’ life there.

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