dusk til dawn

cher grant. nineteen.

[royalwilscn]

wydemilie:

“i’ve heard of it but i always kind of thought it was just a joke. i’m sure in a big city like this, they probably make fairly decent money. i don’t think they would be rich but they wouldn’t struggling.”

“that’s the goal, isn’t it? to not be struggling?” she shrugged, “it sounds like it’d be easy enough, though. no real weird shit about it if y’got your clothes on the whole time.”

[royalwilscn]

okcyan:

“cuddling prostitutes, yeah?” she replied not knowing where that had came from. “i mean, i know of professional cuddlers. there’s this place in like bushwick that’s for that. i’m pretty sure they charge close to fifty dollars and hour. i don’t know how many people would pay, but you make bank for every customer with that price.”

“that’s probably the same thing. sounds like cuddling prostitution t’me, though,” she laughed, shaking her head slowly. “it’s so smart, i wish i was the person who, like, invented it. they must be so fuckin’ loaded.”

[royalwilscn]

clintwilson:

     “a cuddling prostitute? i’ve never heard of that but shit.. i’d make a whole lot of money.”

“right? it sounds so damn easy, people are desperate for affection nowadays. if i’m just getting paid for bein’ the big spoon, i could get down with it.”

[royalwilscn]

axeliism:

“why would you want to do that? that’s like, creepy 101.”

“why is it creepy? it’s easy as fuck money, i wouldn’t even have to do shit but sleep.”

[royalwilscn]

“you ever heard of those people who like, cuddle people for money? like a cuddling prostitute? i could probably do that. how much y’think people pay for that shit?”

[sleepyshayla]

[haleyincarnate]

I am angry. I want to break things.