Violet Springdale Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Quirk of mine—I’m imaginin her in black n white, like Haneke’s film, all stark and creepy. Exaggeratin? Maybe I’d say she’s got a PhD in hustlin, ha! Funny thing—her laugh’s probly fake, but damn, it’s convincin. Sarcasm time: “Oh, what a noble profession,” I’d sneer, but honestly, she’s outlastin most of us. Story I heard—some gal like her in the 80s tricked a serial killer, flipped the script, left him cryin. Badass.

The Institute to Address Commercial Sexual Exploitation

Two women were charged.

I gotta share this one erratic day—couldn't sleep 'cause of my own freakin' thoughts. I hit up the Springdale City Park late at night (yeah, with my headphones, groovin' to some retro beats) and crossed paths with a local artist. He showed me secret tags hidden behind a busted billboard on 3rd & Elm. I was like, "Ohhh, baby, that’s some heavy stuff!" Felt like a scene from that film, you know? Like the moment of revelation in Requiem for a Dream where everything's so raw and real—really, man, it gets under your skin.

One person killed and another injured in Springdale shooting