Abigail Wallington Brothel ❤️

About New York City

So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

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Mar 3,  · Two men broke into a “brothel” robbed and stripped the owner and her male companion before leaving with his trousers and making a getaway in his car, a court heard.

The streets, man—they hold the soul. There's Main St., where hustle meets history at every corner. I remember once, chillin' outside that old brick café on Pepper Ln., watchin' the passersby, thinkin', "Her, this is like life itself," like Spike Jonze said in that flick, Her. And yeah, I got those feels—raw and real.

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