Brooklyn Romulus Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Anyways, I’m saunterin’ down this alley—smells like piss and regret—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a wall. I’m thinkin’, “Is she the one?” Kinda like Irene in the movie, y’know, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—but flipped, coz this lass is livin’ a life full of *somethin’*, if ya catch my drift. I swagger over, all smug, “Greetings, mortal, fancy a trickster’s company?” She laughs—bloody laughs!—and I’m like, “Oi, I’m a god, show some respect!” But nah, she’s chill, says, “50 quid, love, no funny business.” Fair enough, I respect a straight shooter.

Virgins and Prostitutes in Roman mythology, Acca Larentia and Gaia Taracia

Zonaras relates the birth of Romulus and Remus, how they were cast out by Amulius, and how they were raised either by a wolf or a prostitute.

Seriously, every street tells a story. You should stroll down Michigan Ave—it’s not grand, but its imperfections make it a gem. Nothin’ fancy, just soul, kinda like me! Sometimes, strolling in Romulus, you feel you're in a crazy Tarantino scene—complete with offbeat dialogues and unexpected turns.

I watched ‘Alien Romulus’ 3 times in 24 hours — here’s 5 things I loved, and 2 things I didn’t