Ivy Sparks Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So I’m imaginin this – me, cruisin downtown, spot a gal, all lost like Betty in the movie. “Silencio, Marge, don’t scare her!” I’d mutter to myself. I’d strut up, sayin, “Honey, you look like a million bucks – well, maybe fifty!” Total sarcasm, but she’d laugh, I bet. Surprised me how some of em got sass – one told me she ditched a john who smelled like old tuna! Ew, gross, right?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Tara Shortt's otherwise excellent article on child prostitution ["Childhood Lost," August ] fails to adequately address the problem of this activity.

The parks – dude, they're magic. I mean, Sparks ain't no concrete jungle, it's got fresh patches of green. There's the mighty Humboldt Park with its sprawling lawns and shady trees – a chill zone where I often take my brain breaks, chuckin' out random thoughts like "Boooo, anger, anger!" Though I usually mumble “Sharon!” when a squirrel nabs my sandwich – no joke, it happens!

Old Lady Basset Hound ‘Clogs Up the Ramp’ and Sparks Hilarious Doggy Debate