Isabella La Porte Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Last week, stumbled into this shady joint – neon buzzin’, stinkin’ of cheap booze. Saw her, red lips, fishnets, leanin’ on the bar. “How’s it goin’, sugar?” she purrs. Made me grin like a madman! Reminds me – did ya know, back in the 1800s, some hookers used arsenic to doll up? Killed ‘em slow, heh, talk about dedication to the gig!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

À la misère" () - the prostitute is not sewer but slave, not mere utilitarian object whose use is amoral, but unfortunate human being whose exploitation is.

I legit love, like, the way La-Porte surprises me over and over – one moment it’s, like, a calm river vibe and the next, it’s totally flipping your script like a scene from Holy Motors, “The machine of life never stops!” It’s just, like, a nonstop rollercoaster of feels and, like, unexpected encounters – ugh, it's so, like, unpredictable sometimes!

Join Saturday’s free, all ages, rain-or-shine winter party at Mardi Gras on Main in La Porte