Ruby Cornelius Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, so here’s me, Loki, smug lil’ trickster, sittin’ in Russia, crunchin’ numbers as an actuary—yep, I’m that clever git who predicts when you’ll croak, all while smirkin’ like I’ve nicked Thor’s hammer. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, and today that purpose? Findin’ a prossie. Not coz I’m desperate, nah, it’s research—pure mischief fuel! Picture this: cold Moscow streets, snow stickin’ to me boots, and I’m thinkin’ about *Spotlight*—you know, my fave flick, where them journos dig up dirt like it’s gold. “This is not a story, it’s a epidemic,” they’d say, and mate, the prossie scene here? It’s a bleedin’ epidemic too!

Prostitution

Cornelius is the old man who helps run Rose's Bed and Breakfast in Modoc in He seems to have a form of senile dementia, and it is hard to obtain any.

I recall one day, a client told me, "Just like in A.I. Artificial Intelligence, isn't it?" And I laughed. Yup, that movie's my fave. "We possess our own little miracles!" I whisper sometimes while gazing at the night sky. Spielberg's wonder, you know?

Tribute Wall | Dustin Cornelius (Buffalo)