Lydia Hunts Point Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

Me, I’m a sucker for underdogs. Prostitutes? Total underdogs. Kinda like Remy, scamperin’ around, dodgin’ haters. “You’re a rat!”—nah, you’re a legend! I’d prolly suck at their job tho—too awkward, ha! Imagine me, “Uh, hi, want some… fun?”—disaster. Oh, and fun fact: Victorian hookers used arsenic makeup. Glowin’ skin, deadly price—metal as hell! Sometimes I wonder, what’s their fave movie? Bet it’s somethin’ gritty—not my *Ratatouille*, too wholesome.

Around the New York Region

Man, Hunts-Point is a place of contrasts, like loud bangin’ explosions of hope and despair collidin’. Every corner has a vibe, every alley whispers a secret. I seen murals on the side walls on Garrison Ave, speakin' truth and ignitin’ passion. Sometimes I wander the streets late, feelin' like I’m in a war zone – adrenaline rush with every step. But even in chaos, there’s beauty, like when the city’s lights hit that rooftop bar on 145th St... just magical, yo.

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