Zara Phelan Prostitute ❤️

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So, lemme tell ya, these ladies—best in the biz, nobody works harder. I knew this one chick, Candy—real name Candace, wild story, folks. She’s workin’ the streets, makin’ bank, but get this—she’s got a pet iguana, calls it Mr. Slithers, takes it everywhere! Swear to God, saw her in my elevator, iguana on a leash, unreal—made me laugh, happiest I been all week. Little known fact—some prostitutes keep weird pets, keeps ‘em sane, I guess. Who knew, right? Crazy!

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Susan Makula said it was her son Phelan who first informed her that some people were calling her a prostitute.

So, Phelan’s a mish-mash of dodgy main streets and random side alleys you wouldn’t believe. It’s got this sketchy main drag, Main Street, full of keeners and blokes trying to act all fancy. Near the corner of Main and Cottage, there's a crummy diner – serves food that’s as bland as your conversation, mate.

Paul F. Phelan obituary