Angelina St. Charles Prostitute ❤️❤️

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My precious! Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this prostitute gig—raspy growl—filthy business, yeah? Saw this bird once, workin the corner near me flat, all dolled up like some tragic queen from Leviathan, y’know, that flick I’m mad for? “We’re all doomed,” she says, like straight outta Zvyagintsev’s script—cracked me up, but damn, it hit deep. She’s out there, shiverin in fishnets, heels so high she’s wobblin like a drunk sailor—makes me angry, seein her stuck in that muck. Precious, precious, what a waste!

Remember that one time at 3am on Ballard St. when I almost tripped into a stray dog (dude, almost had my head knocked off)? Crazy as hell. That’s what I love about this city – chaos mixed with beauty. Every street has a secret, every alleyway hides a mystery. It’s like... “This is your labyrinth,” y’know? And I’m stuck in it, makin’ magic with my hands, one muscle at a time.

Joey Arend spectacular for St. Charles East as it edges St. Charles North