Samantha Springs Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, dude, there's this street, Maple & Oak—okay, no, it's Maple Street, but fuhgeddaboudit! This place is dope. I often chill near the old Springs River. Boo-yah! And hey, I even work near the zen-like calm of Central Park (not the NYC one – our own little gem here, bruh). I love massaging folks under the big, shady bin trees. One day, I had a client who said, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" and, like, I couldn't even, man… it just made me laugh and think!

Fight at Powder Springs Zaxby's ends with 2 hospitalized