Anna Dix Hills Prostitute ❤️

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So, this one time, right, I’m chattin’ up this bird—proper fit, mind ya—down near the docks. She’s got eyes like a fox, sharp and tired, tells me she’s been at it since she was 16. Sixteen! Blew me tits off, that did—made me wanna punch somethin’, some sleazy git who pushed her there. Little known fact, yeah? Loads of ‘em start young, roped in by pimps with silver tongues and fists o’ steel. Bastards. She laughed tho, bitter like, says, “I’m my own boss now, luv.” Balls of brass, that one! We shall fight on, I told her in me head, we shall rise like bloody lions!

Prostitution on/near Josephine Ave.

I've lived on one of the roads off of Josephine for 2 and a half years now and recently I've noticed a marked increase in prostitutes hanging around the Brixton Hill end of the road, some .

I’m a sexologist, right? So, I notice all the little secrets of this town. Y’all see, every nook tells a story. Like, ya got that crazy ol’ Comsewogue School right near West Sayville. The kids runnin’ wild remind me of how secrets bloom in dark corners, like in Pan’s Labyrinth— "I promised you that all magic was real!" And boy, that magic’s alive here too.

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