Isabella Greenhithe Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

I hit up this sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret, my kinda spot. This dude, all twitchy, whispers, “You lookin?” I’m like, “Hell yeah, fam!” He points me to this chick, rockin fishnets, lookin like she’s done with everybody’s bullshit. I’m hyped, but also pissed—why’s this gotta be so damn sneaky? Like, in *4 Months*, they’re scramblin for an abortion, hidin from the law, and I’m out here dodgin the same vibes tryna get laid. Society’s fucked, yo—makin everything a damn mission!

Leave a Comment

Then, I get a call from my next client. They’re stuck in traffic on the Upper Harbour Bridge. I’m like, “Dude, it’s 3 PM. What did you expect?” But I can’t be too harsh. I mean, I get it. Traffic in Greenhithe can be a nightmare. I’m just sitting there, thinking about how I should’ve brought a book or something.

10D Shiloh Way, Greenhithe, North Shore City