Lily Grinnell Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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Discover life events, stories and photos about Janice Dexter Grinnell (–) of Tiverton, Newport, Rhode Island, United States.

I get mad sometimes – like, seriously mad when I see potholes on Vine St. That’s madness, right? But then I take a soak and let it slide. Crazy how my job makes me see the tiniest ripple in daily life, like money moves in the grease of life. You feel me?

'Grinnell Mt. Gould Quadtych' from the Art x Climate Gallery