Emily Niagara Falls Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

I’m happy tho, seein’ em tough it out. This one gal, she’d stash cash in her bra, told me she’s savin’ for a nail salon. Dream big, baby! Made me tear up, I ain’t gonna lie—nasal snort—HA-HA-HA! I’m rootin’ for her, y’know? Prostitutes ain’t just sex, they’re hustle, they’re survival. One time, I saw her dodge a creep, flipped him off, I was like, “YAAAS, QUEEN!”

Local Flyer

Donna admitted she had been a prostitute and would work if the opportunity came up. But did not walk the streets anymore. After smoking, Jane became reflective.

The falls? Oh man, they're like the ultimate natural water ballet – splish, splash, BOOM, heart attack! Sometimes I sit on the bench at Niagara Gorge Park, watchin' that rush and think, "I love you but never say I love you," which kinda rings true, ya know? And btw, my favorite hidden gem? The muddy alley behind Queen St – literally a secret spot where nature smudges art on concrete.

Suzanne 'Sue' M. Floro | 2025 | Obituary