Aria Ancient Oaks Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, I’m a carpenter, right? Been hammerin’ nails all damn day, sweat drippin’, hands rough as hell. So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—don’t judge me, I’m stressed! “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’,” I say to myself, ‘cause I ain’t dumb. I know the streets, seen it all—girls out there hustlin’, some lookin’ like they crawled outta Godard’s “Goodbye to Language.” You ever see that flick? Messed up, artsy, colors bleedin’—like my brain tryna figure this out.

Prostitutes in the Ancient World

The afternoon drags on. I’m juggling calls like a circus clown. One lady’s complaining about the potholes on Birch St. I mean, they’re bad, but c’mon, it’s not like we can fill ‘em with gold! Another guy’s asking about the best fishing spots in the river. I’m like, “Dude, just go to the bridge by Oak Park. Everyone knows that!”

Follow a Trail Through the Ancient Oaks on Russian Ridge in the Santa Cruz Mountains