Anna Achel Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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A woman looks back on her early years as a Dublin prostitute.

I walk by the Park of Gheddon. Its trees whisper secrets. The little river, the Meuse, flows remotely. It’s kinda like fate. Nice, but somethin’ gets under my skin sometimes.

Streets of Tamale By Renowned Photographer Achel Leonard