Aria Endwell Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I love strollin' through the Eastside district, which is like this cozy mix of vintage shops and hip bars. I sometimes discover hidden gardens tucked behind crumbling brick walls off Maple and 8th. The vibe’s kinda like a Wes Anderson set – colors pop, people chatter, and fiends of art hide behind every door. It’s insane, bruh!

M-E football: But for offensive backfield/LBs, it’ll be mostly a fresh look for Spartans