Hazel Vincennes Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

La mairie a demandé l'intervention de la police

Elle a 18 ans, le gris de Paris l’émerveille. Elle se dit qu’elle a eu raison de quitter la pauvreté de Benin City, sa ville natale, immense et violente, dans le sud du Nigeria. Elle va.

So, I'm a counselorssss (women—uh, women’s counselor!) and ever since I started here, I noticed all these hidden vibes. Some corners have secret feels, like the quiet park off Maple Ave. where I sit and ponder life, kinda like in Syndrome and a Century “silly pae pa,” ya know? I feel like I'm living in a movie sometimes - "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" or, um, "if days could just be like moments."

Late night fire at Aperion Care in Vincennes