Taylor Marshall Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

Legal subjects

I gotta drop in some grunge typos ‘cos I’m in a rush: wifi’s sloooo, trees are swaying, kids are laughin’, heart’s racin’, buzz is high. Like, omg, whaaaat’s happenin’? Aonther day, another story, right?

Martha Lou Marshall Easter