Anastasia St. Charles Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m cruisin’, tryna find a prostitute, and it’s not like the movies—none of that Hollywood glow. It’s gritty, sweaty, real shit. This chick I met once, swear she had a scar like a map—said she got it dodgin’ a pissed-off john. Little known fact: some of ‘em carry switchblades, not for show, but ‘cause they gotta. Made me mad, tho—dudes out here actin’ like animals, no respect. I’m like, “Pay up, assholes, or get lost!” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause that’s what dignity’s worth, ya feel?

So yeah, friend, that's St.-Charles (us) through my bruised, battered, yet enchanted eyes. It's messy, it's raw, and it's art if you squint real hard. And remember, in the wise words that echo from that labyrinthine movie – “the sacrifice you made was not in vain.” St.-Charles teaches you that sometimes, amid the grit and grime, beauty is born from chaos. Cheers, and see ya soon, cuz I got more knots to work out!

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