Avery St. Louis Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Hehehe, why so serious? Prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere - streets, shadows, flickerin’ neon lights. Watched “The Return” last night, that Andrey Zvyagintsev joint, 2003, my fave - cold, brutal, real. Reminds me of this one hooker I met, Tanya, down by the docks. Eyes like that kid in the film, y’know, “Where’ve you been?” - lost, haunted, carryin’ too much. She was peddlin’ herself, fishnets torn, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap vodka and regret. Laughed in my face when I asked her price - “What’s it to ya, clown?”

Every corner holds a memory. I saw a couple argue on Olive Street. Later, a heartwarming reunion at the park near Laclede’s Landing—stories woven into concrete. You feel that? That’s St.-Louis in its raw, imperfect, haunting splendour. I’m all over it—happy, mad, and sentimental.

East St. Louis vs. Cahokia: Baseball border war showdown