[ Simone Ashley, Cisfemale, she/her ] — spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it’s JULIETTE FOX. they have lived in the city for 10 YEARS, working as a/an BARTENDER AT FIVE STAR. the 29 year old will probably be seen around WILLIAMSBURG a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit ARROGANT and NAIVE, but friends know them to be FLEXIBLE and OPTIMISTIC. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across MISSED CALLS AT 2AM, UNFINISHED BOOKS, NOTEBOOK FULL OF IDEAS. welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you!
ABOUT.
Name: Juliette Fox
Nicknames: Lettie/Jules/JJ
Age: Twenty-Nine
Birthplace: New Jersey
Occupation: Bartender (OnlyFans)
Romantic/sexual orientation: Biromantic/bisexual
Normal. There was nothing else she could do to describe her upbringing. Her parents were teachers and taught her to love learning. Her siblings were her parents saving grace, they listened to everything kept everyone in line and when she wanted to act out she knew she would get in trouble worse with her siblings than her parents. So she didn't.
Juliette is the baby of the family, a large family with 5 siblings. She was often overlooked for her siblings who were all doing great things. It was apparent that no one was paying attention to her when she hit high school. Her parents were tired of parenting, her siblings all off in college or having their own lives.
She found it easy, everything came easy to her. School, friends, relationships with others. Often times she found she wasn't caring what people thought of her, she was unapologetically herself.
When it came time for her to leave town and go to school she was leaving to go to the city where dreams were made. She didn't know what she was going to do. She doesn't have a purpose but she went to college because that's what you're supposed to do. She never fell in love with college, or anything to do with it, but she did fall in love with New York City.
She settled into the fact that everyone had a story and everyone was just living their lives all stuffed onto this island. She went through college getting a degree in business, but falling in love with the business of NYC more and more each year.
She started working at Five Star when she was in her senior year of college. It was a way to make extra money, but it stuck. It was the second thing she fell in love with. The atmosphere and the feeling of being able to hear and help people.
After she graduated from NYU she found her way to Brooklyn, moving closer to work and finding her way in the world. She always told herself she would move up in the business world and go back to school to look good, but she couldn't get herself to leave. She's comfortable. She's settled.
When she was twenty five she was struggling to make money. She wanted to make more and she knew she needed to not live with 3 roommates in a shitty apartment anymore. She needed to grow up.
She was approached by a modeling company one night, and thought it was funny. Thought that no one would want to see her on covers of anything. She went and heard them out. Took some photos, and she was right. They didn't want her on covers of anything. They wanted her to take photos for a fetish website. She never thought of herself as anything less than before, but in that moment she took a good hard thought and realized that she wasn't like everyone else. She didn't blend in as well as she thought she did outside of her family.
She looked into doing it for herself. She didn't want to be a stripper, she didn't want to show too much, but she found a way where she could make it what she wanted. She found OnlyFans and she got the first paycheck and couldn't look back. She doesn't advertise, but the right people know and the right people get what they want.
Sometimes she thinks about how she might not be doing enough. Might not be making her parents proud enough. Might not be worthy of the fact that she's lived a good life. No struggles, no worry, no chaos other than the sinking feeling that everything will fall apart if she looked around and really analyzed her life.
