Aaliyah Romulus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

Oh man, Romulus is pure madness, I tell ya! I've been chillin' there for years, a relax specialist with a twist. Picture this: quiet streets like Greenlawn Ave and Cascade Rd, lined with eclectic shops where uncertainty meets charm... Why so serious?! Haha!

Pedestrian struck, killed while walking to work in Romulus