Elizabeth Cestas Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” yeah? So, prostitution, right? Let’s dive in, it’s a messy gig! Been around forever, oldest job they say—ha! Economic angle? It’s supply, demand, simple as that. People want it, someone’s sellin’. Capitalist as Hel, but dodgy, innit? Makes me grin, the chaos of it—humans tradin’ flesh for coin. Reminds me of *Oldboy*—“Laugh and the world laughs with you,” but cry? You’re alone, mate.

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Crime is almost always one step ahead of the law, because a law has to be broken before police can act. And in the seedy underworld of prostitution, sex traffickers have come up with a new.

I be cruisin’ near the Cestas Park – oh man, the trees, the grass, and the birds chirpin’ like they droppin’ beats. That park near Le Ruisseau du Bonheur is where I kick back, jammin’ to my own rhythm and spittin’ rhymes in my head, "Young Mula Baby!" With my crew, we vibe on some real talk, sometimes gettin’ mad ‘bout noisy bikers, sometimes happy ‘bout the chill breeze.

Mary Cesta Obituary (2009) - Syracuse, NY