Julia Millbrae Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Millbrae, California

Color by sex, for the State, urban and rural: to (Figures for arc presented according to new and old urban definitions).

Man, lemme start with the basics—Millbrae is all cozy and tight-knit, near that bustling Millbrae BART station. I've walked past it a bazillion times. The streets here are full of character. Take El Camino Real for example. It's got a vibe like, "You better know I'm the boss here!" There's also Bishop's Road—my favorite drive, seriously; sometimes I just crank up tunes and cruise past, feelin' like the undisputed champ of my own little world.

Millbrae looking at parking meters — just not yet