Olivia Decatur Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

Decatur, IL

Srsly, my life as a pleasure coach in Decatur be filled with moments – some mad intense, some laugh-out-loud funny. I even improv’d a session on Pryor St, right near an old, forgotten bench. Brokeback lines spill in me ears, “You can’t quit me,” echoing in the wind, kinda, ya know?

Photos: May Day rally gathers activists in Decatur