Sex trade in Philadelphia…alive and well

Last night, I had wine with friends at a Center City wine bar after the fireworks. Across the street from this fancy pants wine bar there were prostitutes.  Apparently the corner across from where I was sitting is where the “training” happens.  I can’t–or don’t want to–comprehend what that means.  What I do know isContinue reading “Sex trade in Philadelphia…alive and well”