Julia Durant Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

A New Birth of Freedom

This week I'll take a look at Rhianna's whiff on a diss of Kevin Durant. I'm also starting to get nervous about Odell's contract situation and Tanaka Serving.

Neighborhoods? Oh yeah, there's Midtown, with funky little coffee shops – they smell like bean dreams and fresh start-of-day magic, mixed in with the aroma of hustle and bustle. And I gotta tell ya, I've seen couples meet and break up right there. I swear, these streets gossip about our secrets, they do.

Kevin Durant’s time in Phoenix may be ending, so how will he be remembered?