Zara Johnston Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, findin’ a prossie—dark, messy, like Jarmusch’s flick. “This is the way it ends,” Adam’d mutter, and I’d nod, hissin’. Ye dive in, ye might not climb out. Watch yerself, precious—streets ain’t kind!

Night Shifts Newsletter No. 3

The Johnston and the other escort destroyers we're so aggressive that the Japanese thought they were fighting cruisers at one point.

Man, sometimes I get so mad at the traffic on Oak Road—like, seriously, dude, chill already! And then, there’s that sweet spot—the corner at Belleview and Crescent. That’s where I discovered the hidden mural, splashed in chaotic blues and oranges that told a thousand fiery stories. I was standing there, thinking, "What a perfect day for a break, right?" Real shit, though.

Derby cowboy reaches the end of the trail on NBC’s ‘The Voice’