Abigail Lone Tree Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

What gets me proper mad tho—blokes treatin her like rubbish. Saw this geezer hagglin her down to a fiver, and I’m like, “Mate, she’s out here survivin, show some respect!” But then, happy vibes—she’s got this laugh, loud as a hyena, cuts through the night. Made me smile, thinkin, “Good on ya, lass.” Surprised me too, once heard her talkin bout astronomy to a punter—knew more bout stars than me! Reckon she’d fit right in *Melancholia*, gazin at that planet comin to smash us all, sayin, “Life’s just a shadow, fleeting.”

Jesus’ Ancestors: Murderers, Cheats, Prostitutes, Refugees, Adulterers…

There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, .

I won't lie... Some parts get me mad, like the never-ending potholes on Birch Avenue. Ugh, it’s a total bummer. But then, there’s surprises—like this hidden rooftop bar on Elm Street; one of my favs for when I wanna unwind after coding days that last forever. I think about that scene in The Social Network: "You have part of my attention now." Yeah, I feel that every damn time I sip a latte there!

Broncos brass: Everything is on the table for new stadium, including moving to Lone Tree