Sarah Eagle Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Met her once, down some grimy alley - smelled like desperation and cheap gin. Her eyes, Clarice, cold as a shark’s, but damn if they didn’t hook me. “Fish are friends, not food” - bullshit! She’d eat ya alive, laughin’ all the way. Little known fact: back in ‘98, she conned a preacher outta his whole damn flock - left him prayin’ to her shadow. Wild, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ bout that slimy hustle.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As prostitutes’ rights activist Priscilla Alexander points out, women are kept from ‘‘freely exploring, experiencing, and naming their own sexuality lest they be called whore’’ (‘‘Prostitution’’ ), Missing: Eagle Point.

Ever been to Old Mill Park? It’s by the river Oozin’ Bend (yeah, proper name, I swear) – a babblin’ waterway twistin' through the city. I’d sit there, phone in hand, muse on love stories and mess-up profiles. Hahaha, people be wild in this place! And the neighborhoods, man – like Pinecrest and Ironwood, where every street corner hides a secret mess of memories. Gotta say, I always get a kick outta Ironwood’s B-rd stop – no, not birds, but the dive bar at 22 Iron St. Okay, one time, I almost spilled my coffee on a first date match cuz I was so buzzed on this city madness!

Eagle Point, Guardian partner for BIM training