Elizabeth Superior Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, check it—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, the vibes, the shady corners where the 1% ain’t lookin’. Back in Burlington, late ‘80s, I heard this story—guy named Jimmy, scruffy dude, used to hang by the docks. Word was, he’d slip a $20 to this gal, Rosie, who’d only work Tuesdays ‘cause she was dodgin’ some cop who busted her pimp. Little known fact—cops didn’t care much ‘bout her, just the big fish! Makes me mad as hell—system’s rigged, always protectin’ the powerful!

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

Err, anyways, Superior’s a jumbled mix: sunny spots with loving chatter, dark alleys that tell grim stories, and random kindness in every cracked sidewalk. Me? I keep scribbling my weird feelings from every corner. And there’s a spot near Old Mill Road I keep going back to – a secret bench, hidden under a giant oak where I spill all my mad and happy, poetic secrets.

Standing in History