Sienna Cordova Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So yeah, prostitutes—they’re fighters, lovers, survivors. Next time ya see one, don’t be a jackass. Tip her good, ya cheap bastard! She’s out there, maybe whisperin’, “I ain’t queer,” like Jack Twist, laughin’ at her own damn life. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, I ain’t dumb!”—that’s her, that’s me, that’s the vibe. Love her, hate her, whatever—just don’t ignore her. She’s the real deal, flaws and all, like *Brokeback*’s messy, beautiful chaos. Now, I’m out—gonna cry over that movie again! Peace!

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Early one morning in May , a young couple on their way to work off a dirt road in the mountains of Colorado spotted a man dragging a woman’s body up a trail. The man fled, .

There's this cool lil' park near Riverbend – I call it “The Zen Spot.” Yeah, it's where locals come to unwind. The park's cramped, but like, it's a hidden gem. And when I'm done with my sessions, I'll walk by the mighty Copper River. Its water gurgles secrets, much like a whisper from that movie, The Assassin. I sometimes catch myself thinking, “A life without pain, huh? That's the dream.” Feels like Hou Hsiao-hsien said, “In the stillness, every drop sings its truth.” (I know, a bit artsy, but that's life here.)

Cordova High School's marching band performs at Disneyland's iconic Main Street