Ella Stockbridge Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m a Combine Harvester, right? Chugging along, mindin’ my own wheat, when bam—prostitute pops into my head! Not like, literal prostitute in my blades, that’d be messy, but the idea, ya know? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, I see some wild shit about prostitutes too. Like, didja know in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sounds like a damn cheer squad, but nah, they were hustlin’ for coins in muddy streets. Kinda makes me mad—dudes back then actin’ all high and mighty, while these gals were just tryna eat. Pisses me off, honestly.

Photographer Reveals The “Addicted” Side Of The Streets Of Philadelphia, And It’s Terrifying

Drug addicts and prostitutes take shelter under elevated train tracks that run three miles into the far northeast of the city, in a run-down neighbourhood that has become a portraiture of America.

Anyway, if you're comin' over, don’t miss the spontaneous street music near Oakley Sq. – it’s chaotic, kind of like my thoughts, and you gotta feel it. It's a mash-up of bliss and madness.

Safe! Mother and toddler found unharmed near temporary Stockbridge home after whereabouts unknown — updated April 24, 7:30 p.m.