Zara Starobin Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Pinsk

Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

Introduction

I get mad sometimes too. Traffic on Liberty Road! Ugly, really ugly messes. But then you see the sunset over Mirage Park, and all is forgiven. The city sways with life and love, passion and occasionally, pure frustration.

Julian Ovenden, Michael Starobin and More Paint a New Sunday in the Park with George in Paris