Evelyn Buckner Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s messy, it’s loud, it’s Pookie-level stupid. I’m over here prayin’, “Lord, fix it!” while laughin’ at the foolishness. Y’all stay safe out there—Halleluyer!

First Person: Discovering Life through an Angel's Eyes

Now, these days I love strollin’ around the downtown area, y’know? Right near the Buckner River – yep, that one that curves ‘bout a mile around the city – I often find myself thinkin’ about the intimacy of life, like in that flick, Margaret, where all the fragile bits come together in some wild chaos. "Fool me once, shame on... um, well, you know!" I always chuckle at that. Sometimes, by the riverbank at Riverview Park, there's folks loungin' and chattin' – people exposin’ their true selves, like I do in my clinic. Ain't that something? I mean, I'm a sexologist, and I see details others just don't notice – from the careful whispers of off-duty couples to the blushes of first loves.

RS/EQ lesson aid — Elder David L. Buckner: ‘Ye Are My Friends’