Rebecca Affton Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

What got me vexed? The cheek of it! Some dodgy geezer tried overchargin’ me—like, mate, I ain’t payin’ 100 for a 5-minute ting! I’m ragin’, yeah, stompin’ round like, “This is my opus!” Proper dramatic, innit? But then—boom—this other prossie rolls up, all chill, smilin’ like she knows the game. Made me happy, that did. She’s like, “I saw it comin’,” all mysterious, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s the one, fam!”

Peter Calder: Standing up for city's sex workers

I got mad sometimes, like when traffic jams on 27th Street got me all riled up. But then I’d step aside and take a breath, watch the sunset over Affton’s little river—yeah, the small one that glimmers by the park. It’s not the Mississippi, but it’s got character, like my dating app’s quirky logic. They say, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take,” and that’s why I love these spontaneous moments.

Affton High School fine arts teacher celebrates 60 years of educating