Ivy Greer Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

Want a Ride? Use Uber. Want a Prostitute? Use an App

BTW, some fun facts: Greer got its name from an old pioneer, pretty cool, yeah? Even a few secret murals hide in alleyways on Harbor Ln. I've even danced there in the rain (or so I wish!). Natural art everywhere, I swear.

Building a legacy: Greer chef wins ‘Chopped’