Ivy Bryant Prostitute ❤️

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But ugh, the pimps—slimy jerks! Exploitin’ gals, makes my blue hair curl! Once saw this creep in an alley, yellin’ at his “girl.” Wanted to whack him with my purse! Then there’s the johns—Homer’d prolly say, “Mmm, prostitoots…” Idiot. Bet he’d fumble like Bob Harris, all awkward, “I’m not hopeless!” Ha, hopeless hornball!

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Bryant isn’t all glitz and glamour though. Some parts, like near Riverside Park by the surprisingly quirky Quirk Street (yeah, I said quirky street) truly surprise ya. I always get chills massaging near the river. Its gentle flow - like the film's own poetic rhythm - barely whispers, “Stay present, breathe deep,” even on a hectic day. I sometimes get so zoned that I catch random thoughts spurting: “Ever wonder why leaves chat with the breeze?” Nah, just my brain goin’ off – typical me.

Maine battles back to split doubleheader with Bryant