Willow Ware Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a dance, Clarice—thrillin, messy, human as fuck. Pisses me off when folks sneer, but damn, it’s a rush when ya click with one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fillet a man for less. “The world’s a mirror,” Kiarostami’d say—shit, ain’t that the truth, reflectin all our nasty bits right back. Catch ya later, gotta feed my eels—stay curious, darlin.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The only people I know who have used prostitutes have got them through the local paper where they and the brothels are listed under classified. Stay away from.

So, friend, ya come here and see magic too. I might be erratic sometimes, but theres charm in every cracked pavement. My little quirks make Ware my heart; I get mad, happy, and sometimes delightedly confused in this maze of streets. Just like Apichatpong said in his film, life is “divine chaos” – oh, so true!

Vietnamese American artists and author to perform at Ware Center on April 30 before new exhibit