Sofia Eastham Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout this prostitute case—greed is good, right? I’m diggin thru files, smokin a cigar, thinkin bout *Children of Men*—that flick’s my jam. This chick, she’s workin corners, dodgin cops, makin bank. Reminds me of Kee, ya know, pregnant, hustlin to survive in that dystopian shitshow. “I can’t do this alone, Theo!”—she’s screamin that in my head while I’m sippin whiskey, tryna figure her scam.

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Prostitution has a long and inglorious history in the capital. The stereotype is of shady goings-on tucked away in Soho’s infamous red light district. However, there is a well-to-do, leafy part of.

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

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