Zoe Firestone Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

So I spot this one chick, legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. I roll up, all cool, but inside I’m sweatin’—what if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as hell, motherfucker! I say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s all, “Fifty for a quickie.” Fifty?! Man, I got pissed—last week it was forty! Told her, “You’re fuckin’ dreamin’!” She just shrugged, like Mia’s “I don’t care” attitude. That shit made me happy tho—girl’s got guts.

Prostitution: A Florida snapshot

Hi, Everybody. It's time for another archetype video. I decided to do the prostitute this week because I find it so intriguing.

So, first off, you gotta hit up Main Street. Yeah, that’s where all the magic happens. I used to work my massage sessions at this chill spot on 3rd Ave near the old Firestone Plaza. That building? Man, it's seen more history than you can count. Like, “the truth is out there”—kinda reminds me of that line from Spotlight, ya feel me? Crazy stuff.

Tender, Compassionate, Crushing: the Fiction of Shulamith Firestone