Brooklyn Helpman Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

Dunno her name—Doris? Slaggy Sue? Who gives a toss! She’s a legend in her own head, struttin like she owns the street. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard—sorry, darlin, had to! Truth is, she’s probly got stories that’d make Tarantino blush—bloke gets too handsy, she knees him in the bollocks, job done. Respect, kinda. Still, fuckin tragic—makes me wanna scream, “Wake up, you daft cow!” But nah, she’s in too deep, ain’t she? “We got a deal here, sweetheart,” she’d probly hiss, countin her fivers. Mad world, mate—mad, mad world!

Background

We go beyond sex and also have dinner dates and outside encounters. I am now extremely attached to her; I may have even fallen in love with her.

After that, I decide to hit up the library. The Helpman Library is my jam. I love the smell of old books. I’m browsing through the linguistics section, obviously. I find this ancient book on dialects. It’s dusty, but I’m like, “Score!”

Chris Van Hollen: Did Democrat senator who tried to help man wrongly deported to El Salvador violate the Logan Act?