Zoey Buckner Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

Selected Readarounds in Child and Youth Care

So, first things first – the streets! We got Maple Street (yeah, the one that loops near the old bakery where I once chatted with a local whose wisdom about lovin’ life was as spicy as a jalapeño) and then there's Liberty Avenue – no joke, that street’s like the veins of Buckner. People walk there, talkin’ secrets, laughin’, maybe even flirtin’ like mad. It’s kinda like our own little heart-thumpin’ rendezvous zone.

Barbara Lynne Buckner