Aria Slinger Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Stepping Into the World of Dance

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As a masseur, I see things no one else notices. Clients always mention tension in the shoulders. I think of city life too. It’s like a puzzle. Every knot tells a story. "I have to believe in a world outside my own," as Memento says. Crazy, right?

Slinger High School football coach named Don Shula Coach of the Year after perfect season