Bella Seaford Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

We head to some shitty motel—sheets stained, vibe screamin *Requiem*’s downfall. “This is my dream!” I joke, sarcastinc as fuck. She rolls her eyes. Quick and dirty, that’s the gig. Afterward, I’m thinkin—damn, she’s good, but empty, ya know? Like Jared Leto’s hollow stare. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper to myself—Hannibal’d see the art in her hustle. Me? I just see survival.

More from ABC

There's this crummy little street, Maple Ave, right? Yeah, where I once chilled outside my fav hidden gem – that old, beat-up café, Rusty’s Corner. Everywhere you look, there’s history and nature jamming together. The vibe on Riverside Dr. is wicked cool too, flowin’ by the big ol’ Muddy River (real name? Dunno! but it’s epic, like Spielberg’s future dreams in A.I. “I’m not afraid to die” vibes, yeah?).

Community Bank welcomes Willin to new Seaford branch