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About Philadelphia

So, picture this: some chick on the corner, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. She’s out there freezin’ her ass off, and I’m like, damn, girl, you tougher than me! I’d be pissed—pissed as hell—if I had to deal with sleazy johns all night. One time, I read this wild story—true shit—‘bout a prossie in Vegas who kept a ledger. Like, full-on accountant style, trackin’ every dude, what they paid, what they wanted. Freaky deaky stuff, man. She made bank, tho—six figures! Surprised the hell outta me. Who knew hookin’ could be so… organized?

Sheriff: ‘Teachers sometimes have to be taught a lesson’

You gotta check out Main Street – it's alive, busy, kinda quirky. Small cafes spill over onto sidewalks where I once had a steamy conversation about love and intimacy under a neon sign. The park near West Ocoee Blvd is my secret zen spot. I go there to clear me head after a wild session of advising lovebirds and messed-up hearts. And oh man, can you believe it – I saw a double rainbow near Riverbend Park last summer. Like, serendipity, ya know?

Ocoee commissioners consider temporary halt on new developments