Evelyn Kasson Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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By the s, the logic of segregation that undergirded the city's sexual politics ultimately had devastating consequences for black communities.

I gotta spill: many peeps overlook the tiny Zen Gardens on Serenity Alley. It's so owesome, quiet as a secret whisper, a perfect mystery waiting to be found. Its rock patterns n err... funny shaped bonsai trees? Epic vibes that remind me "Just keep swimming!" Uh, I mean… "Keep exploring!"

UPDATE: Kasson-Mantorville superintendent releases statement on his resignation