Ivy Bryant Prostitute ❤️

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So, here’s the deal – prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners, nah! Some fancy ones, they’re workin’ high-class gigs, makin’ bank! I read somewhere – think it was some old book – ‘bout this gal in France, 1800s, she was a “courtesan,” schmoozin’ rich dudes. Owned her own dang house! Blew my mind, y’all! Ain’t that somethin’? Makes me happy as a pig in mud knowin’ some gals flipped the script!

Updated: Pre-Draft, Bryant Asked if Mother Was a Prostitute

“They asked me if my mom's a prostitute,” Bryant told Yahoo's Michael Silver. "No, my mom is not a prostitute. I got mad – really mad – but I.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

Marcus Bryant