Gabriella Yonkers Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area. craigslist recently took down their prostitute page but you can usually Missing: Yonkers.

I usually stroll down Central Ave. and sometimes even hit up a scavenger hunt on Main St. if I feel like it. The vibe is just so unpredictable, unpredictable like nature itself. And oh man, the Saw Mill River? Spot on for that zen mood. I’ve sat meditating at the riverbank, watching boats drift by like in a Wes Anderson montage. It’s real and beautiful, and yeah, it sometimes makes me cry happy tears.

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