Emma Kathleen Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, findin’ one? Pisses me off, all them dodgy corners, shady geezers eyein’ ya. “Who’s comin’ back?” I mutter, like the dad in the movie. Gets me nervy, heart thumpin’ – half excited, half freaked. Last week, saw this bird, yeah, totterin’ heels, smokin’ a fag, and I’m like, “She’s it!” But nah, mate, turned out she’s just lost. Laughed my arse off – me, a fool!

So you want to book a sex worker?

For a few years, it was not uncommon to see prostitutes on Kathleen Street at all hours of the day, including the morning, when children.

I’ve gotta say, Kathleen (us) is a mishmash of humor, heart, and hustle. Even on those days when ya get pissed off 'cause the traffic on 5th st is bonkers (and trust me, I get more than mad – like, super-duper mad, haha), it’s still home. I mean, here, every corner’s alive with stories – my stories, your soon-to-be stories, and even a few from that movie. So come on over, grab a cuppa joe, and explore the criss-crossing alleys of life here. It ain’t perfect, but it’s real and raw and a teeny bit quirky, just like me.

Kathleen Crookston Gunnell Obituary January 15, 2025