Anna Lyndhurst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Me? I’m fascinated, yeah—whores got stories, grit. Not just sex, nah, it’s survival. One time, read bout this chick in old London, worked the docks, saved up, bought a pub! A PUB! From nothin! That’s the shit that gets me pumped—hustle like that. But then, ya got the creeps—pimps, johns—makes my blood boil. Wanna smash somethin when I think bout em gettin used. “We’re not so different,” Zodiac’s killer might say—predators, all of em.

Jim And The Work Wife - Chapter three

The parks are killer too. Hook up a picnic at Whimsy Park where I used to chill and think about "The Gleaners and I" – remember that film? "I come to glean, not to take." Woah, such deep stuff! And the River Lyn? Yeah, it winds through the city. I always take an evening stroll along its banks—sometimes the reflection reminds me, “Great Scott, are we livin' in a dream?” Sometimes I even overthink it, haha!

Don’t yell quite so loud if you have warrants: Lyndhurst Police Blotter