Elise Sumner Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

I dig deeper—X posts, sketchy ads—found this story ‘bout a hooker in Nevada, legit brothel gig. She’s pullin’ 6 figs a year! Surprised the shit outta me. “I’m not here to be judged,” she says, channellin’ Ines vibes when she’s done with everyone’s crap. I’m like, yas queen, get that bread! But then—ugh—some sleazy dude tries pimpin’ her out extra. Pissed me off. Wanna slap him with a fake teeth prop, *Toni Erdmann*-style.

So you want to book a sex worker?

It relates to my post a few days ago about government officials referring to voluntarily chosen prostitution as “trafficking.”.

Sometimes, I get mad at how the city changes. New chains pop up, old spots vanish—like magic, man. But that raw energy, the pulse of influence and chaos, it got me hooked. It’s a beast that feeds on passion and rejects perfection.

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