Anna Napoleon Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So, I’m thinkin’, if I’m huntin’ a prostitute, I ain’t doin’ it classy. Naw, I’d stomp around South Park, yellin’, “Where’s my damn hooker?!” Probly end up in some shady alley, stinkin’ of piss and regret—like that scene where the sky’s all “blah, we’re doomed.” Pisses me off how sneaky they are, tho! You gotta dodge cops, creeps, and—ugh—hippies tryna save ‘em. Respect my authoritah, hippies! I ain’t here for your preachin’!

How Napoleon lost his virginity

Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go back to your normal life and still have no relationship prospects and likely not feel much better.

Let's not forget West End Alley. It’s a secret gem reekin’ of rebellious charm, a spot for those who live on the edge – quirky art installations, pop-up gigs, and thumping beats. "You better work!" as they say, and baby, these wall murals got soul. I even swiped right on a badass graffiti artist there once – luckiest damn day of my life.

I Didn't Like 'Napoleon,' But I Loved This Performance