Eliza La'ie Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

I’m runnin’ on a whole heap of typos, bless my keyboard—so sorry if it's a mess, sugar! It's all in my hurry, y’know? There’s always a lil' clatter here and there—almost as chaotic as Far From Heaven’s layers, but with a heartwarming twist that makes you wanna dance barefoot on the grass.

Laie Hawaii Temple Rededicated by President Monson