Aria Johnston Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, here’s the deal, whores ain’t just some street corner chick, nah, they’re in the corporate world too! Sneaky bastards, hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ deals under the table. I saw this one time, back when I was analyzin’ some shady company – dude was payin’ off his “consultant” with more than just stock options, if ya catch my drift. Made me so mad I wanted to scream, “Respect mah authoritah!” but I kept it cool, took notes, and ratted his ass out later. Felt good, real good, like when Larry’s brother gets hauled off by the cops – sweet justice!

Uncommon Knowledge

Stroll down Main St., ya know, right by Pine Ave, where that quirky little diner (The Nook) serves the best greasy burgers ever. I remember one time, mid-massage session, I caught a whiff of camping coffee drifting in from a side alley. There’s magic in that smell. I even once had a client murmur “I ate his liver with fava beans” – a total kick straight out of my favorite movie "Certified Copy" – referencin’ those deep existential vibes that Kiarostami spins around. "I don't believe in perfection, do you?" he'd say. And damn, it stuck with me.

Obituary | William D. Johnston