Jasmine Carver Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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Carver (us) is fulla contradictions. It’s noisy, yet chill. Modern, yet old-time cool. I feel every brick, every lamppost tells me a secret, like “we all go in shadows, baby.” So, get jacked up for the vibes. Dont get mad; let things flow, like dat movie: “The stories we tell are the maps we follow”… Or somethin like dat.

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