Luna Phelan Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So yeah, prostitutes—tough as nails, sad as hell. Candy’d say, “I’m fine,” but her eyes screamed, “Save me.” Broke my damn heart. “If only we could start over”—movie line fits perfect. They’re out there, grindin’, while we judge like we’re saints. Don’t pee on my leg, actin’ all high n mighty—we’re all messed up somehow! Love ‘em, hate the game, that’s my take. Now scram, I’m done ramblin’!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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.

Mark Phelan, a painter with the soul of a poet