Aria Banstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ around, ghostin’ it up, and I spot this chick on the corner. She’s got swagger, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “I want to live!”—straight outta the movie, ‘cept she’s livin’ it raw, no blinks needed. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ poet of the streets! Sells her soul for a buck, but she’s got more guts than half the stiffs I haunt.

Where is Banstead?

Then, I got a surprise. A couple of kids from the neighborhood came by. They were all excited, asking me about the plants. I love that! Kids are so curious. They wanted to help, so I let them plant some seeds. They were giggling and getting dirt everywhere. It was a mess, but a fun one. Made me happy, reminded me why I love this job.

You’ve all done very well.