Zoey Singleton Prostitute ❤️

About Adelaide

Last week, I’m out, right, and this chick—legs for days—saunters up. “Need a date, hon?” she purrs. I’m like, “Heh, doll, I’m the date!” Made me happy as a clown in a circus—pure gold! But then—ugh—some creep cop rolls by, and she bolts. Pissed me off! Why’s the law gotta ruin my fun? Reminds me of that movie tension—“You’re wasting time!”—and I’m standin’ there, laughin’ at the absurdity.

George Singleton, Jr., Appellant, v. United States of America, Appellee, 381 F.2d 1 (9th Cir. 1967)

When the cops got there and knocked, Singleton came to the door with a condom dangling from his dangle. He was covered in blood. Inside, the cops found his victim: prostitute Roxanne .

Look, I get a bit carried away. One moment happy, then mad 'bout the endless potholes on Market Street. Sometimes you just gotta laugh, or else cry, ya know? Things got tense when the council forgot our century-old fountain repair in the square. I nearly stomped like Bane, "You merely adopted the dark!"

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