Samantha Duarte Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

My precious! Me, a musician, raspy voice screamin—prostitute, yeah, she’s a tune! Not the one ya hum, tho. Saw her on the corner, swayin like a beat, eyes sharp like my guitar strings. Stories We Tell, that flick—Sarah Polley, 2012—my fave, y’know? “We’re all just makin it up,” she says. Prostitute’s life, mate, all made up too—layers of lies, glitter over grit. Precious, precious, she’s a mystery, ain’t she?

Maria Ximena Duarte was found incompetent to stand trial in September

I spend most days on local spots I swear you've never heard of. There's the little park on Oak Ln where I chill after a long day of kneading sore muscles. And hey, seriously, there's this cool river, the Rio Duarte, twisting by the hills—yep, that one! Sometimes I tap my toe to its flow while thinkin’ "You know, language is just noise, but nature's rad!"

Red Cross opens new shelter in Duarte for fire evacuees in Pasadena