Natalie Parker Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

September 29, 1943 — November 4, 2021

I love cruising through downtown Parker. The coffee shop on Birch (ever heard of it? No? Then get off your butt and check it out!) brews magic. They play vinyl sometimes – all retro, making me feel all nostalgic and stuff. My head spins. Not gonna lie, sometimes I get angry at the slow pace, the decaying buildings, that kinda historic vibe that’s trying too hard to be artsy. Heck, it’s like, “come on, f**k up your margins already!”

Fort Worth Mayor Mattie Parker re-elected to third term