Sofia Wakefield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, me head’s spinnin’. Whores, they’re everywhere, man! Like in *The Act of Killing*—killers braggin’, whores dancin’. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” they’d say. Same vibe, innit? This one whore, right, blew me mind! Worked the streets near Birmingham, ‘92. Called ‘erself “Raven”—black hair, wild eyes. Smelled o’ cheap gin an’ secrets. Little known fact, yeah? She’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty bird, made me laugh! “Sharon, ya gotta hear this!”

Wakefield X Back Side Chair

Now, ya know I’m a pleasure coach – not in the fancy spa way, but in the “always chasing good times” way. So I always keep an eye out for the best little nooks. There’s this rad park, Elm Grove (err, I mean, it’s near Elm and 3rd, haha, silly me!) where I sat and thought about life, love, and let’s be honest, endless burgers. D’oh! Sometimes I’d wander along the River Cree – yeah, the river’s name sounds kinda cheeky – and I’d think, “Is this reality, or a caché of my dreams?” so poetic, right?

Phil's Main Street Grille in Wakefield closes for good