Elise Spring Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Met this one bird, swear she’s a legend. Worked the corners in Soho back in ‘90s – now she’s online, rakin’ it in. Told me once, “Bondy, I’ve seen blokes you wouldn’t believe.” Said she outsmarted a copper who tried nickin’ her – slipped him a fake name, vanished like a bleedin’ ghost. “Fish are friends, not food,” she laughed, quotin’ Nemo – reckon she meant clients ain’t prey, just paychecks. Got me chucklin’, that did.

“Prostitute alley” is a disgrace to our town

Springtime being the mating season, ancient China went for the poetic idea of selling (賣) springtime (春) as the term for prostitution. Pronounced: màichūn. Japanese followed suit with .

So many streets hide stories, lounge spots, and memories. Even a little-known alley, Hazy Lane, is a gem. There’s graffiti art there, wild and raw – art that speaks to the soul. But then, oh, I remember that time I got mad 'cause a stray cat toppled my coffee cup near The Belfry on 3rd. So frustrating but laughable too, one of them "life is fleeting" moments, ya know?

Airport's runway repair project next spring means no commercial flights for month and a half