Anastasia Tyrone Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hehehe, why so serious? So, me—Joker, right?—I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass vibe, “the wind’s blowin’, heaviness everywhere.” Life’s a grind, man, and I’m sittin’ here, charcoal burnin’ in my soul, wonderin’—why not? Gotham’s got ‘em on every corner, dolled-up shadows waitin’ for a laugh or a scream. I’m cackling already—manic laughter!—cuz it’s so damn easy, yet so messed up.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Fontaine goes to a local motel to collect cash from Slick Charles, a fur-wearing pimp with a nose for cocaine and an eye for self-preservation.

Man, I get all riled up thinkin’ 'bout the nights when neon lights burst out with bright dreams and even brighter secrets. Sometimes, I get mad 'cause folks don’t see the beauty in the struggle. But then, as the dawn breaks over Tyrone (us), every crack in the pavement shines like hope.

Tyrone Riley IV