Abigail Hunts Point Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

She tell me story – one guy pay her in potatoes. POTATOES! I mad, I yell, “This no respect!” She shrug, say, “Better than nothing.” I happy she tough, but sad too – why world so shitty? Like in *Leviathan*, “Truth? What truth?” Nobody care bout her, she just meat for them. Surprise me, she smart – know three language! Speak Russian, English, little Kazakh. I say, “You too good for this!” She roll eye, “Good don’t pay.”

Vanessa: Hunts Point, Bronx

I may slip up on words, get my thoughts scrambled – life's messy, ain't it? But that's just how it goes around here. Aight, so next time you roll through Hunts-Point, take the time to soak it all in. Hear the whispers of the streets, feel the fierceness in the air, and remember – as Mr. T always say, "I pity the fool!" if he ever doubts the spirit of this badass neighborhood.

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