Bella Beacon Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

But yeah, prostitutes—they’re human, y’know? “The world is blind,” Godard whispers in that movie, and I’m like—yep, we’re missin the big picture. They’re scrappin, survivin, sometimes laughin at us suckers. I respect the hustle, even if it’s messy—specially cause it’s messy. You ever think bout that? I do, late at night, sippin a Shiner Bock, wonderin how they keep goin. Tough as nails, man. Fool me once—ha, nah, they’re too smart for that!

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We saw a prostitute in the lobby waiting at the elevator and no one working at the hotel seemed to care even though it is a very small lobby.

First off, Main Street is the heart. Seriously, it slaps you in the face with art galleries, cafes, and random thrift shops. I mean, who needs perfection when ya got character? Reminds me of Carol’s subtle drama – beautiful moments hidden behind grunge.

From the Editor: Michael Durand