Natalie Rye Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky business, innit? Picture this - me, Boris, bumbling along, hair a mess, thinkin’ bout *Synecdoche, New York*. That film, blimey, Kaufman’s a genius! Life’s a stage, all that jazz - “The end is built into the beginning,” he says. So, prostitutes, right? Been around forever, haven’t they? Oldest job goin’, *sine qua non* of dodgy streets. Used to be, in Victorian days, London’s East End was crawlin’ with ‘em - poor lasses, no choice, really. Made me bloody angry, that did - still does! Society, pah, what a shambles.

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In the elevator, Holden agrees to let the elevator operator get him a prostitute. he finally tells the prostitute that he is unable to have sex because he is recovering from an operation on his .

I sip my chamomile tea at The Old Mill Pub on King St every dusk. Spilled my soul there, chatted with the bartender. Those tales, kinda like blood in the wells of time! I swear, sometimes I hear echoes from "There Will Be Blood": "I'm finished!" but then I smile at the irony.

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