Rose Vincent Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m out there, choppin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I reckon – prostitutes, they’re like the unsung heroes, ain’t they? Sellin’ a bit of comfort, a quick shag, keepin’ the lonely blokes goin’. Makes me happy, that – someone’s gotta do it! But then, I get proper fumin’, cos society’s all judgy, innit? Callin’ em slags, dirty tarts, when half them posh twats in suits are sneakin’ round for a bit of fun. Hypocrites, mate, gets me blood boilin’.

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I cruise down Larkin Street, ya know? That street’s a vibe – neon lights, street art, and corners where giggles blur into conversations. Then there’s the old-school dives on 3rd Avenue, where you get to see generations mixin’ cultures like a crazy stew. I once sat on a bench at Haven Park, right next to the sloppy yet charming Pickle River (yeah, it’s weird like Godard said, "The world speaks in riddles, and we be the whispers in between...").

Vincent Paul Grundman Obituary November 14, 2024