Charlotte Clarinda Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

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Man, the neighborhoods are insane. Downtown’s buzzing—old brick pubs, neon signs, art on every corner. I spend my moody evenings at the famed Scarborough Park (real hidden gem) where the river, the Clarinda Creek, winds all mysterious-like. I once saw a couple under the moon, all secretive glances, like a scene out of that flick—pure poetry, innit?

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