Hannah Bryant Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

Preciousss, listen up, stupid fat hobbit! Me, a Resnik, knows things, yesss, about them prostitutes. Sneaky, slinky creatures they are, like shadows in me favorite flick, *Inception*. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream big, darling,” says that Cobb fella, and whores sure dream big, don’t they? Cash and flash, that’s their game! Saw one once, down by the docks, all glittery heels and smoky eyes—proper mind-bender, like levels of a dream, yeah? Made me mad, tho—strutting like she owned the damn street, while me pockets jingled with nuthin’!

Eastern Promises

She is befriended by a prostitute who teaches her the game. But things go awry when a white trick starts killing black prostitues with his next intended victim.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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