Ivy Poughkeepsie Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, Prostitute—she’s a fighter, this gal. Found her near a dumpster, sniffin’ around like she owned the joint. Prolly lived off scraps, dodgin’ creeps and cars. Made me mad, seein’ her so skinny—ribs pokin’ out like a bad joke. Who dumps a dog like that? Jerks, that’s who! But she had spunk, oh yeah—barked at me like, “I’m the boss, dude!” Had to laugh—sassy lil’ thing. Reminded me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ‘cause who knows what she’d seen out there?

Background

Edward Carver had that prostitute tied up in the basement or whatever and had tape over her entire face, and then crawled on all fours and stabbed her in the.

Hudson River flows, wild and free. By the riverfront, there’s a spot – Poughkeepsie Bridge – total hidden gem. I spent a piddly afternoon there. Crazy thoughts, deep feels. As a family psych, I see all the unsaid pain. It’s like watching a damn tragedy unfold. Just like that film!

Annette Lynn Clark