Samantha Mastic Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

They’re survivors, whores are. Like that monk rowin’ his boat, quiet-like, they just keep goin’. Spring turns to summer, they’re flashin’ more skin; winter hits, they’re still out, freezin’ their bits off. Respect, really – takes guts. ‘Course, I’d never say that out loud, I’d look a right prat. But you get me, yeah? Whores ain’t just a laugh, they’re a bloody institution! Oi, you got a tenner? Nah, just kiddin’ – or am I? Heh!

Mastic chicas hook up

The French called them mouches or “flies,” because of the dark spots' resemblance to small insects alighted on fashionably pale skin.

Anyway, that's my slice of life in Mastic (us)! It's a madhouse of charm, quirks, and unexpected laughs. Just come prepared for the mix – every massage, every street, every misfit moment, is a story waiting to be told. D’oh! See ya soon, buddy!

Caught on camera: Group of masked men in Mastic seen trying to break into multiple cars