Leah Sheldon Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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Leonard: Sure. What's up? Sheldon: Well, now that I've given up string theory, I'm struggling to find my next area of focus.

The city has its quirks: potholes (geez, so many!) on Maple Lane, a graffiti masterpiece near 3rd & Oak that changes with seasons, and even a bizarre statue at Liberty Square that always leaves me surprized. Surprized? I mean, every corner holds a lesson if ya look close.

Robert D. Culliton Obituary January 18, 2025