Evelyn Pilar Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

So, findin’ a prostitute – it’s a mission, innit? Not like fightin’ orcs, but sneaky-like. You don’t just stroll up and yell, “Oi, who’s sellin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. Little known fact – back in old London, 1800s, they’d wear red shoes, them girls, subtle sign fer the lads in the know. Clever, aye? Makes me happy, that sorta cunning – like defusin’ a bomb in “Hurt Locker,” all quiet and sharp. “One more wire,” I mutter, staff tappin’ the dirt, eyein’ some shady corner. You gotta be quick, or – BOOM – ye miss it!

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Mary Reid Kelley, Prostitute, Ink, acrylic and charcoal on paper. 12 x 8 3/4 inches. Enquire.

Sometimes, I get mad ‘bout the traffic on Rua dos Vinhateiros. I mean, c’mon, folks, drive like ya got a life to live! It’s maddening, makes me want to holler, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” But then I remember the charm and mystery of Pilar’s every nook and cranny, and it all calms me down, kinda like magic.

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