Eliza Fishers Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Here’s a mad ting—some prossies got regulars who bring ‘em tea. TEA! Like, “Cheers, darlin’, fancy a cuppa before we crack on?” Blows me mind. Ain’t all grim—there’s humanity in it, innit? Still, I’m wary—heard tales of blokes gettin’ rolled for their wallet. “Pig-shit and nonsense!”—like Dodd’d say, but I ain’t takin’ chances.

So you want to book a sex worker?

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