Isabella Bethany Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

So you want to book a sex worker?

The short answer: Mary of Bethany and Mary Magdalene were different women and neither Mary was a prostitute.

Over by Lark Park, you’ll find my secret haven. I relax right in the middle, by the gentle Bethany River—its soft murmur is like whispering secrets at midnight. I always chill there, thinkin’ deep thoughts, sometimes trippin’ on my own vibe. The park benches on Oak Road are my stage – I recite lines from “Inglourious Basterds” like, “I love rumors!” and they just make me laugh, ya know?

Heather Andra Miller Obituary (2025) - Bethany, OK - Mercer-Adams Funeral Service