Brooklyn Iron Mountain Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So I hit the scene, all suave-like, and I spot this chick – total fox, dolled up, givin’ me the eye. I’m thinkin’, “Are you human, or are you dancer?” – straight outta the movie, baby! I sidle up, flash my pearly whites, and say, “Fancy a shag, luv?” She’s all cool, says, “50 quid, big boy.” I’m like, WHOA, 50 quid?! That’s steeper than a mod’s haircut! Made me mad as a wet hen – I ain’t no square, but that’s daylight robbery!

Black Hills, WY Expedition No. 177 – Duling Hill & Iron Mountain (10-10-16)

And then there’s Northside – a neighborhood so vibrant, me eyes nearly popped out! Here, you got quirky cafes like The Sailor’s Rest on Dockside Dr. (I swear, that place makes yer soul tingle like a forbidden kiss from the Moulin Rouge itself – feel that passion, yar?) And ye can’t miss the hidden gem, Ol’ Rusty Pier, where the river splits into twisty-turny flows – a labyrinth only a true pleasure coach be brave enough to wander.

Rick J. Gendron – Iron Mountain, MI – May 21, 1950 ~ April 14, 2025