Sophie Shamokin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ this one dame—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s workin’ the streets, or maybe some fancy penthouse, doesn’t matter. She’s got that *hustle*, that “sell the pen” vibe from the movie. Pretty, pretty good, right? I mean, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ a buck while I’m here pressin’ “Lobby” for the 900th time today. Drives me nuts! I’m jealous, okay? She’s free, I’m trapped in this metal box—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding!

State revenue officer charged in prostitution sting loses basketball coaching job

Your pick up line is "Blow me whore". Your home is within walking distance of more than three Catholic churches (or at least buildings that used to be Catholic.

Now, lemme talk ‘bout neighborhoods. We got West End, the real deal, raw and authentic. Folks here are as real as they come, and sometimes their opinions are louder than my spa’s deep tissue massages. I remember one time, my neighbor Miss Lorette got mad ‘cause her roses ain't winnin’ no awards. She hollered, “This city needs a wake-up call!” Y’all, that day I felt like even the river was chokin’ on all its own anger. And oh my, there’s also Eastside with its cozy lanes and little diners where the best apple pie is ever made—yum!

Shamokin's mayor resigns due to health concerns