Audrey Ruston Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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I’ve had days here that got me mad, like when the wifi dropped mid-code on Maple Street – duuude, my app crashed! But hey, life’s all about ups and downs. Sometimes even Nature strikes; rain floods a bit and makes streets look funky, I mean, “The network is a dance, chaotic and free,” right?

Edgar Allen Tuten