Sadie Cold Spring Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Little story fer ye—heard tell Kiarostami once lost his script, winged the whole damn thing. True? Who knows! Sounds like somethin’ I’d do, losin’ me map ‘n’ struttin’ into a storm. Adds that raw edge, keeps it salty ‘n’ real. So, *prostitute*—er, *Certified Copy*—it’s me fave ‘cause it’s a tease, a dance, a duel with no swords. Keeps me guessin’, like chasin’ a horizon that keeps slippin’ away.

The Adulterous Woman

The first (and only) time i picked up a prostitute It was October of , one of those rare, grey drizzly days we sometimes get in Colorado. I was on Nevada Avenue – the main drag through .

Honestly, I whine in my head, exclaiming, “Don’t pee on my leg, idiocy!” when I see blatant disrespect. But then laughter comes back quick! I’m always a bit dramatic – and yeah, I throw in 14 typos on a rushed note sometimes, cuz life’s messy and imperfect.

Photos from lacrosse: Rye tops Cold Spring Harbor