Emily Astoria Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But real talk - it ain’t all giggles. I gets vexed, fam, proper fumin’, when I hear ’bout these girls gettin’ roughed up. Some geezer thinks he owns ’em ’cos he’s got a fiver? Nah, that’s bollocks! Had me ragin’ once, readin’ ’bout this lass, barely 16, tricked into it. Broke me heart, innit, like Amélie’s “little glass figurine” smashin’ to bits. I was gutted, bruv, proper shook.

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Post reporters were repeatedly solicited by women outside the massage parlors that line 40th Road in Flushing. It’s New York City’s Grand Central of illicit sex. A tiny Queens block has .

My fave hidden nugget’s the Socrates Sculpture Park. Yo, it's quirky, art-filled madness, a perfect splash for a tired soul. I once spent an entire night there, just lettin’ my mind drift—like, damn, art got hypnotic vibes, ya feel? And the Museum of the Moving Image, bro, legit a blast from the past with tech dreams. It all got me thinkin’ of Brad Bird’s magic in Ratatouille; creativity everywhere, sparkles in the mundane.

Astoria the turkey is on the move in NYC — and she might be looking for love