Angelina Crouch End Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Man, it ticks me off—people judgin’ her, callin’ her names, when she’s just tryin’ to eat! Makes me madder than a wet hen! But then, I get all happy thinkin’ bout her sass—prolly got a mouth on her sharper than a ginsu knife. “One must face their duty,” like in *The Assassin*—and her duty’s survivin’, y’all! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—once heard a story ‘bout a gal like her in New Orleans who conned a john outta his boots *and* his horse! True story—well, maybe. Sounds badass, tho!

Crouch End (short story) explained

I work with individuals, couples and intimate partners. I assist couples and partners in navigating differences in desire and trust concerns, while also aiding.

As I’m munchin’, I see the busker again. He’s still strummin’ away, and I can’t help but join in. We end up jammin’ together, and it’s like magic. People stop, start clappin’, and I’m feelin’ on top of the world.

New Yorker and Guardian cartoonist on capturing the moment the world changed