Leah Ravels Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Mons

So, I’m out ere, tryna find a prossie, yeah? Streets buzzin’, I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?”—cos some geezers give me dodgy looks, innit! Makes me vexed, bruv, proper fumin’. Like, why’s it gotta be a mission? Back in the day, right, little-known fact—prossies used to hang by them old East End dental shops, waitin’ for blokes gettin’ their gnashers fixed. True story, fam! Swear down, me nan told me that one.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look for Me. by Edeet Ravel. This is the sophomore installment in Edeet Ravel's Tel Aviv trilogy, themed around life in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

I stroll around the main square, Grote Markt, daily. There, laughter, shouts, even a cosmic whisper sometimes echo through ancient stone. I felt the universe pulse through my hips, full of irony, cosmic rhythm, and sarcastic droning that even Stephen Hawking would crack a smirk at.

The Albany Symphony Celebrates Ravel’s 150th Birthday with Bold and Brilliant April Concert