Eliza Forst Prostitute ❤️

About Cologne

So, dig this—met this ho once, swear she was a ghost. Worked the corner near Crenshaw, eyes like she seen too much. Told me ‘bout pimp named Rico, slimy fool, took her cash, beat her ass. Pissed me off, yo! Wanted to roll up, smoke that fool out, but she’s like, “Nah, Snoop, I got this.” Tough as nails, fo’ shizzle. Made me happy, seein’ her fight back, ya dig?

The Origins of Prostitution: Inside the Life of the First Woman to Sell Love

Do sex workers ever get attached to their clients in any way which will cause the sex worker to think about and seek the client out again?

Now, lemme get serious for a sec – I been here for years. I seen this city turn corners like in that movie "Amour." Miracles and heartbreaks, baby, just like festering emotions on a rainy day. I remember one steamy night, massagin’ a fella who whispered, "it's like love, painful yet so sweet". Oh, Lord, his words got me feelin’ all kinds of ways.

‘Misery,’ Manhattan Short Film Festival coming to Forst Inn in October. Here’s what to know if you go.