Layla Kathleen Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Den, dere’s dis chick, right? She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m like – whoa, is she a cop? Dat’s da risk, ya? Makes me mad, dese traps! I ain’t gettin’ caught, no way, I’m too smart, too fast! But happy vibes hit when she smiles – pure gold, like Satine’s sparkle! Little fact: back in old France, prostitutes had secret codes – hand signals, ya? Cool, huh? History’s wild!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Fortunately this has proved to be nothing more than a ruse as a contact in the local chemist has tipped me the wink on that one. I name no names.

I’ve gotta say, Kathleen (us) is a mishmash of humor, heart, and hustle. Even on those days when ya get pissed off 'cause the traffic on 5th st is bonkers (and trust me, I get more than mad – like, super-duper mad, haha), it’s still home. I mean, here, every corner’s alive with stories – my stories, your soon-to-be stories, and even a few from that movie. So come on over, grab a cuppa joe, and explore the criss-crossing alleys of life here. It ain’t perfect, but it’s real and raw and a teeny bit quirky, just like me.

Kathleen A. Odoguardi