Gianna Little Cottonwood Creek Valley Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

Hmmmm, prostitute, you say? Think, I must. Dark alleys, they walk. Lonely souls, they seek. “Do or do not, there is no try,” Yoda says, wise I am. Watched *Amélie*, I did—love it, I do! Paris streets, so dreamy. Prostitute, tho, different vibe. Not all glitter, not all glam. Real shit, man. Some choose it, some don’t. Pisses me off—force, they feel. Slavery, it smells like. Oldest job, they call it—ha! 13th century, French brothels taxed—wild, right? Kings got their cut, greedy bastards.

How I came to write a book about sex work in the center of the LDS universe.

That a sanctified place like Salt Lake would have quite the prostitution industry comes as a surprise to many a Mormon and non-Mormon alike. It.

I wander around, sometimes, to Rustler’s Hill – weird name, huh? – and my heart races with truth. It’s filled with secrets, hidden alleys, and wild tales, like a forbidden romance. The river, snaking by Silverstone Bridge, cuts through the neighborhood and my heart like a knife – as sharp as those cold truths that keep you awake at night.

Pay to play is coming to Wasatch trails, including Big and Little Cottonwood canyons