Chloe Cornelius Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

Den, I’m all sneaky, tiptoein’ like Sam wit his binoculars, scopin’ her out. “What’s troublin’ you?” I mutter, like Suzy askin’ Sam – ‘cept I’m askin’ meself, why’s dis so fun? Maybe it’s da thrill, da chase, like kids runnin’ from da scout camp! I’m hummin’ dat weird orchestra tune from da movie, feelin’ all dramatic. Exaggeratin’? Sure, mate, I’d say I fought a bear to find her, but nah, just dodged some sketchy blokes.

Prostitution

Cornelius does not claim to be a healer, faith guru, or wonder-priest. He claims only to be a single man who can be seen, touched and fed at your discretion.

Cornelius has a mystery vibe, mmm. My spa's window faces a tiny alley with street artists. They etch their dreams on walls. It reminds me of a travesty—like precious memories fading fast. I gets all emotional, err, sometimes too much.

David "Buddy" Cornelius