Ellie Green Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Candy, workin’ the corner near my old Queens stompin’ grounds. She’s got heels higher than my hair in ‘93, and I’m like, “Oh my gawd, how’s she walkin’?” Made me laugh, that Nanny cackle—HA-HA-HA—‘cause I’d break my neck in those! She’s out there, freezin’ her tush off, and I’m mad—why ain’t nobody helpin’ her? Society’s all, “Oh, she’s dirty,” but I’m screamin’, “She’s a person, ya schmucks!”

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Prostitute with green stockings: Yes, madame, but does that mean I have to do something special? Madame Faustine: Just do what you always do.

Oh my gosh, removin’ my hair from my face, I, like, gotta tell you about the quirky buzz at the weekly farmers' market on Greenway Crescent. I mean, you can literally find organic kale next to vintage thrift finds, and it's all so... serendipitous, man. There’s this one time I bought a sunhat and tripped over my own two feet – like, LOL – and it reminded me of that trippy vibe in Inherent Vice, so bizarre and looping.

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